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The week before we were married I broke my
fingernail while moving things in to our apartment.
The nail didn't break completely off so I went to the
salon and got it repaired. The repair held up well, however,
just after our sealing, as we were to exchange rings,
to my horror, the fingernail was hanging by a thread.
Without another thought I ripped the nail off and
shoved it in Fred's shirt pocket. What could have been
a devastating event became a fond and funny memory for me.
MY! How I LOVE this man!!!
NINETEEN years and COUNTING!
1 comment:
Funny how our looks change so much! Fred's hairline is in a new location and he's a tiny bit larger! Lol!
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