It never started out as much, she needed a husband and he recognised the potential in the run-down farm her Pa had left her.
But they worked hard, shoulder to shoulder, and in surprising harmony. They never argued, and, as a bonus, they discovered a shared sense of humour that saw them through the lean years.
In the fullness of time she presented him with four strong sons and the daughter who was the apple of his eye.
On their daughter’s wedding day they sat together on the front porch.
He took her hand.
“Thank you for my life.”
Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Ninety-Six
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