Seventy Years
My grandfather and grandmother were recently celebrating their seventieth wedding anniversary.
While chopping the fresh egg my grandma was moved after seeing my grandfather’s eyes fill with tears.
She took his arm, and looked at him affectionately. «I never knew you were so sentimental,» she whispered.
«No, no,» he said, choking back his tears, «that’s not it at all. Remember when your father found us in the barn and told me to either marry you or spend the next seventy years in jail?»
«Yes,» my grandma replied. «I remember it like yesterday.»
«Well,» said my grandpa, «today I would have been a free man.»