[Any] Years Gone By (Green)

>You step out onto your front porch holding two cups of tea.
>Setting them down on the small table, you sit down on one of the wooden chairs.
>You let out a content sigh as you look out across the garden in front of you.
>Sunlight coats the entire grass patch, bringing out the best of the colourful flowers.
>A thick, dark green hedge surrounds the entire garden with the exception of a small parting, making way for a pathway that leads to the porch.
>Sound rings out as the gentle breeze plays with a set of wind chimes that hang from the porch light.
>Your old eyes come across a familiar shape, hunched over next to the hedge.
>Your wife is tending to her flowers as per daily routine.
>You sip from your cup as you watch her work away.
>The sunlight shines off of her brilliant silver hair.
>Finally she stands and turns towards the porch, you smile as she waves to you.
>She ambles towards you as fast as her crooked legs can carry her.
>Once she steps onto the porch, she throws her dirty gloves onto the table and sits on the chair next to you, sighing.
>"Hello, dear."
"Morning honey."
>"Your eyes meet hers for a brief moment before she leans forward.
>Her wrinkled hand cups your face as she leans in and kisses you gently."
>"Remember the kids are coming to visit today."
"I know, they should be here soon."
>"Gives us some time to relax then."
>Your old wife sits back in her chair and drinks her tea.
>You reach across with your free hand and take hers. Holding it tightly.
>She smiles in between slugs of tea.
>Your eyes fixate on a small, silver ring on her finger. Adorned with the most beautiful gem.
>It's been so many decades since that day.
>But you remember it like it was yesterday.
>Well, most of it. Some of it.
>Time hasn't exactly been kind to your memory.

>Your eyes shift to your wife's face.
>She's watching the garden before her, admiring her handiwork.
>Her face, though wrinkled through the years, is still as beautiful as it was back then.
>Suddenly, without warning. She speaks.
>"I love you. Anon."
>It catches you off guard.
"I-I love you too."
>She chuckles a little at your surprise.

>Some time passes. The two of you sitting in a content silence, still holding hands.
>A car pulls up and stops just beyond your garden.
>"Well, they're here."
"That's our peace over then. Damn."
>"Oh Anon, they're not THAT bad."
"I know, I know. I'm kidding."
>The two of you stand as the car door opens.
>From it spring two energetic children, around five or six.
>Followed by two adults.
>"Grandma! Grandpa!"
>The kids shout as they run into the garden and launch onto the two of you. Taking turns hugging you.
>Your own son follows, along with his wife.
>You greet them, your own wife quickly ushers the four inside.
>However, you stop for a moment. Looking at the doorway to your home.
>It's been so many years since the two of you got married.
>So many memories shared between you.
>Many forgotten ones too.
>Time may have weathered the two of you.
>But it hasn't touched the love you've built over the years gone by.
>The love that will continue to grow for years to come.
>"Anon?"
"Yeah, I'm coming."
>You grab your walking stick from it's place by the chair and enter your home.