My husband winds his arm round me.

"At last!" he whispers, with love in his eyes that no words can utter, and presses me to him gently.

My arm steals round his neck; my eyes answer his eyes.

Our lips meet in the first long, lingering kiss of our married life.
Oh, what recollections of that journey rise in me as I write! Let me dry my eyes, and shut up my paper for the day..