When my grandmother came home, he told her he had something special for her to mark their first year as man and wife. He asked her to close her eyes and hold out her hand. They walked out to the edge of the field…and he slowly turned her around to see the trees.
They were still fairly small, but no matter. She knew exactly what they were! She walked over to them and gently touched the leaves with her hand. Then she ran back and kissed him, thanking him for such a beautiful present. He told her this was their first anniversary and as those trees grew, their love would grow with them. And every spring they walked along the edge of the locusts, holding hands and loving each other.
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