“Your mother to me is the Queen of Love and the Princess of Happiness. What man could ask for a finer pedigree than that?”
Titania had smiled at him and became determined that when she married she would be as happy as her father and mother were together.
If ever her father had been away for the day, her mother would wait for his return and when she heard him come in at the front door, she would then run towards him, put her arms round his neck and pull his head down to hers.
“You are – home! Oh, darling, how – much I have – missed you.”
Titania could now hear her voice saying those very words.
“As I have missed you, my precious one,” her father would reply.
Then he would kiss her mother and it would be some time before he would stop kissing her.
That was love!
That was what living
