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It contained a mixture of the most and least useful objects in the house, depending on who was looking, crammed full of things they had acquired over a lifetime together: a set of tiny screwdrivers from a Christmas cracker in 1995, a shell with bobbly eyes made by their great-niece, Poppy, and,
haven’t done everything right over the years, but the strongest couples I know have grown together, supporting their partner’s changes rather than harnessing or fearing them. It’s a bit like growing roses—you don’t get to choose exactly which way the stems unfurl, but if you help them climb you get the pleasure of watching them flourish.”
“Try to be led by hope, rather than fear,” he said, his face softening into a smile. “I sound like I’m in for a terrible time if everything unfolds as you’re imagining it.” “You are,”
playing cards,” Jenny said, her mouth full of fresh cream. “They’re
wondered in that moment how people do it, how generation after generation choose to build a life together, knowing the only thing that’s certain is they stand to lose it. It was
they had made together. She had been living in the pain of the past and worrying about the future, but all at the cost of the present.
“Over the years you will both inevitably change but you will always have one thing in common, and that is that you’re both only human, so try to be kind.”
