Long before the children’s mother came along, I wanted to marry Queen Elizabeth. Or Mrs. Clark. Or Dianne Blouin. Dianne was an angelic presence and the sister of my classmate Michael. She was 12, older by two full years and clearly out of reach. The best I could do was get a photo of Dianne.
Due to the huge readership (Mom, Dad - God bless both of you) of yesterday’s special Valentines’ post ... http://www.dailydad.net/2013/royal-weddings-are-the-best/ ... following are a few excerpts from the noted Royal Wedding news story that announced when My Bride and I were engaged. “To be announced is a July 29 wedding, ending speculation that has swirled around [...]
On that particular Valentine’s Day, I bought a dozen red roses and hid them. Each had a question attached (like, 'Will you play racquetball with me?'), to which, after she found each , she had to yell a loud ‘Yes!’ She, My Bride-To-Be, was doing quite fine, finding one rose in this corner, another under that bed, [...]