Empty pizza boxes and timeworn wedding bands

This book was made by children who love,
for the parents who taught them how

Dear Heart,
I've started wandering around the house trying to source entertainment from the dusty VHS, the desktop basketball set and even - don't judge me - Jeremy Kyle. I find myself turning things upside down, unearthing memories. I rediscovered the story book we made my parents for their 20th wedding anniversary today. Above is the first page, courtesy of recycled paper and an old typewriter gasping out black ink in ragged breaths.
I remember the glow in their cheeks as they read it, turning the pages for each other. Their fingers a dance, perfectly in synch. I like that. I like seeing old people with shabby gold bands on their ring fingers, holding hands. It's my favourite thing in the world. There's such a purity to people in love.
Today Emily came over to walk Pippin and eat chocolate and overpriced pizza. We talked and talked, dozing on the sofa as if there was nothing in the world to trouble us. Bliss.
Love, Lydia x