August 6, 2008
My grandfather and his brother were walking down the street one day when they saw a lovely girl with soft, bobbed hair, Wedgwood blue eyes, and a pair of very shapely legs. My grandfather turned to his brother and said, “There’s the girl I’m going to marry.” And he did. When he presented her with the tiny diamond engagement ring which was all he could afford, he promised her he’d buy one worthy of her when he had enough money. When that day came, she said no – she treasured the original, the promises it held, the love they shared.