December Seventh
December 7th, 2005 | 3 comments
December Seventh.
For those in my grandparents generation it’s Pearl Harbor Day.
For Marathon Girl and I, it’s the day I asked her to marry me.
Three years ago in cold, snowy Logan Canyon, Marathon Girl agreed to take the leap.
Three years.
It seems like yesterday.
Looking back I’m still amazed things worked out the way they did. But now I can see lots of little miracles that happened along the way that allowed us to reach that point where Marathon Girl agreed to be my wife.
Some things, I believe, are meant to be.
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That’s one of the sweetest proposals I’ve ever heard…stop being such a great man with such a great family already – you’re giving me false expectations, here!!!
(kidding, kinda…)
I love it. The Bluebird has such special meaning to the hubby and I as well…
I was thinking today that no one had spoken about the importance of Dec. 7 in the way I recalled as a child. It was a joy to me to share your own special memories as well as those we share with our parents and grandparents.
Bill and I have been married almost 30 years, and we do believe some things are meant to be.
God Bless Your Family,
Donna