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"Nani's house, the perfect summer escape, filled with love and joy!"
Our time is now.
When I looked into the eyes of the eighteen year old man who had somehow aged thirty eight years in what seemed like ten, I saw life in them again. His face sagged a little now and his eyes were framed with crows feet, furrowed lines decorated his forehead, but he was still Miles. I hoped I was still just Yuna when he looked at me.
No one told us when we were all mixed up with feelings of new love, eager to start a family that our younger years would escape us. I ask often how thirty eight years seemed to pass by me even as I remember living them, but then I think of the constant loop of morning and night routines; egg and toast breakfasts, dashing off to school and work with little to no spontaneity in between. I remember countless birthdays and holidays that kind of blurred together by this time. We were so happy each year to just do the same things just hoping the stability would create a good foundation for our girl. We were at all of her events. There were track meets and ballet recitals—both talents of my one, very versatile, child. We’d only had the one kid but she was going to make sure she kept me busy enough that I’d never have to wonder what life was like with two. I remember the moment I’d gone from maiden to mother. I’d waited on the operating table—my husband by my side—for what felt like too long to finally hold her. She gave them hell when she was out and the fierce cry never stopped. That is until they placed her bundled body in my arms and I spoke to her for the first time saying, “Mama’s here,” in a hushed tone, cancelling her cry in its midst, but igniting mine. Of all my fantasies of her, I’d never imagined her this perfect. Miles was a teary mess. I knew that from now on we were both on the same mission. Sometimes the details differed, but simply put: Naya.
The feeling of change was sensational that day. Like the butterfly effect; one single moment in the present that would change the course of our lives. I could feel it as it happened, as the story changed based off this unique event, but still…no one told us that the next five years would be the most brutal years of toddlerhood—that we would wrack our brains trying to understand her—and that the ten after that would be spent trying to convince her that not only did she not know everything, she knew absolutely nothing. No one told us that as we focused on bringing our child up in the way that she should go, we might completely lose ourselves. In turn, we would lose each other. Because if they had, maybe would have waited. But then, if we knew then what we know now, perhaps she would never have happened at all; most young people wouldn’t choose suffering willingly.
The first five years were full of trial and as if parenting wasn’t enough of a relationship strain, Miles was still getting his business off the ground. By the time Naya was off to college, miles could have been a couch to me. Our marriage was that dead. Obviously, there were times when things seemed to spark again, but focus would soon shift back to our responsibilities. When Naya had our grandson, our responsibilities became being grandparents and helping our daughter keep her dreams alive. I mean, we’d done well for ourselves. Bought a bungalow in Sulani before Naya even graduated from the university, miles’ business constructing engines for aircrafts had taken off to heights no one ever imagined, and we raised a damned fine woman, but there was no love in our living room for a long time.
One day, though, I woke up and didn’t feel completely void of energy. I didn’t feel like my chest was going to cave in from discontent. I looked over at my sleeping husband and noticed that he’d kept in good shape. His skin was still the prettiest brown I’d laid eyes on. He never did fully gray. He was still so handsome, still Miles. We were old as hell and I couldn’t, in detail, explain to you how that happened, but I was done being robbed of soul shattering, groundbreaking, passionate love. I tugged at his arm, willing him to face me. Before he could come to, I rushed him with a kiss. It was the kind of kiss that returned all the years we’d given away.
Our time is now, I decided.
In the recent years, I lived more life than than the fifty that preceded me. I danced in my kitchen with a delicious chocolate man, I swam with dolphins in the clear salt water that surrounded our island, and sex—really, really good sex in front of a fire was a common occurrence. I had found joy in the smallest things, like being a plant mom. The type of peace I was living in could only be described as Nirvana, and with whatever time I had left, I knew I could say I’ve lived well.
“Yuni,” his deep voice carried, interrupting my thoughts. His forehead rested against mine and he looked into my eyes for a second, sort of initiating a connection between us. He pulled me in for a tight hug and I wondered what was in his head. Pulling back he looked down and a small breath of a laugh came from him. he seemed pleased with whatever he had come up with.
“Marry me?”
I laughed at what seemed like a joke, but he didn’t break his gaze even a little bit.
“I asked you to marry me when we were young and we promised through sickness and health, for richer, for poor, and we promised forever, right?”
“uh-huh…”
“we’ve done all that now. And I meant it, to the best of my ability when I told you forever, but today i’m a man made of a million experiences, so when I offer you forever this time, I offer you a forever full of effort. I retract my forever that meant simply existing in the same world indefinitely and replace it with the intention of filling our golden years with life, loving you, Yuna, with all that I have left until it carries over into a Universe where you’re someone else and i’m…I don’t know…your dog or something,” I smiled big. “Baby, marry me again.”
[Epilogue 1 of townie backstories. ]
I’m always up for creating a sim to pair with a friend, so when @solaria-sims said she wanted to show elders some love, I jumped at the chance. Look how cute these two turned out. Inspired by Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. Alexandrea (me) and Clint (Mariah) are just two elders still just as much in love as they were when they were younger. Age hasn’t slowed them down either. Gosh, I love them so much. 🥰 Check out Mariah’s post here.
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