My new sweetheart joined in Father’s Day celebrations, conversing easily with my sons and daughters in law, munching on bacon burgers with all the fixings, tossing corn hole bean bags, and tickling my grandchildren.  Mom had insisted on my darling sitting on her lap for hugs and kisses and conversation, and my dear one cheerfully submitted.  (Mom asks the same of me, and I persistently refuse.)  Needing a few minutes of privacy to discuss some sensitive couples questions, I took my new love’s hand and led her down the stairs into the cool basement great room.  In a few minutes came a knock on the wall, from Hannah, looking for me, and chuckling with a blush that “Grandma” had suggested she knock in case my pretty one and I were “making out.”  She laughed and my sweetheart laughed and ogled and I did not laugh or ogle but shook my head for the severalth time that day.

(Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay)