Nineteen years ago yesterday Russ asked me to be his wife. The night he proposed he gave me a dozen roses--one red one and eleven white ones. He explained that for 11 years he had remembered Sept. 10 with sadness as it was the day his mom died, and now he wanted to associate this day with a better memory to take the sting out of the day. Thankfully, he still considers that choice a positive one and brought me a beautiful red rose yesterday:) It was 30 years yesterday that his mom went to be with the Lord.
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