Moments In Time

I watched Ben get ready for bed, always an enjoyable experience. His body was still as toned as it had been the first time we had made love although after twenty years he admitted he had to work harder to maintain it.

Twenty years together. I can’t believe how fast they had flown by. Two days ago we had celebrated our wedding anniversary with family and friends but tonight it had just been the two of us celebrating something neither of us had ever let ourselves dream we would reach.

Ben had cooked a special dinner which we’d eaten under candle light, soft music playing in the background, doors locked, phones switched off, the threat of death given earlier in the day to anyone who might interrupt us.

I moved slightly as Ben climbed in next to me and immediately snuggled up against him, my head resting on his chest, hands reaching for each others, fingers lacing themselves together, the moonlight through the window shining on our wedding rings.

I let out a contented sigh and felt Ben’s grip on me tighten.

“Twenty years baby!” Ben said, shaking his head slightly.

“I know.” I replied. “We’re that old married couple you once said you wanted us to be.”

“I never let myself think….”

“That we wouldn’t make it?” I interrupted, knowing where his thoughts were going.

Ben nodded and I reached up running my fingers down his face.

“Do you remember what else you said?” I asked quietly.

“Probably not, but I’m sure you’re about to remind me!” Ben replied a laugh in his voice.

“You said that you hoped we wouldn’t be too tired to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary.”

“If I remember rightly we celebrated that for more than one night!” Ben stated; a gleam in his blue eyes.

“So does that mean we’re going to celebrate our twentieth for a week?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Do you think our bodies would hold out that long?” Ben quipped, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest.

“I think it’s worth the risk don’t you?” I replied, rubbing myself against him.

His strong arms grabbed me pulling me on top of him and I rested on my elbows looking down at Ben. My husband, my lover, my best friend and the overpowering surge of love I felt for him took my breath away.

Our hair maybe flecked with gray, our faces creased with age, our bodies not as flexible as they once were, but the love we have for each is as strong as the day we first met and I knew that, if nothing else, would get us through whatever life may throw our way.