Sunlight danced brilliantly across the sky, casting golden beams through the tall glass windows of Manchester Park. The summer day was clear and pleasant. It was a day filled with promise.
Brandon. Can you believe how fast they are growing? It seems only yesterday that I was holding them as newborns."
Clara pouted. "I know. I don't want them to grow up so fast. I want them to stay children for as long as possible."
Brandon hugged her. "I know my love, I wish the same. However, we both know they can't remain children forever."
Clara. "I know that. We will cherish every moment we have with them before they grow up."
Brandon. "We certainly will."
They smiled as they watched their five children running around the nursery, laughing and squealing with joy. They were married for eight years, and had a beautiful family. They felt blessed and fortunate.
The oldest of the Harrington children was seven-year-old Charles. He was later joined by six-year-old Katrina, five-year-old George, four-year-old Richard, and three-year-old Elizabeth. All five children were very well mannered, but did get into some mischief.
Arthur Bronson Georgina and Penelope each found someone to love. They became married and had families of their own. They came to visit Brandon and Clara whenever possible.
Elizabeth and Katrina thrilled at being grandmothers to so many grandchildren. They spoiled the little ones with love and compassion, while also giving them a few treats and trinkets here and there. They were anxious to discover what was in store for the children's future.
Love was a brilliant and blazing flame of power and beauty. It was a flame that would never be extinguished. It was a flame that would glow brightly for all of eternity.