My best Christmas memory is my first Christmas with my husband. We'd been dating for about 5 months, four of which he lived in one state and I lived in another. I told my mom I was going to spend Christmas with him and we'd be home on Christmas Day to see them. It was wonderful--a dumpy little apartment (because when I wasn't there he just worked or went over to his uncle's place), a little home-made tinsel tree from his mom, a fold-out sofa bed with a bad mattress. And the crowning glory was my raging cold! I kept apologizing to him for my runny nose and he said, "I don't care if your nose drips all over me! I'm just glad you are here!" I knew then he was the man for me!
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Aw that is true love
- Rachynu
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