Stories Collected While Living in France
July seventh
Will always be
A day of love, of happiness, of beauty.
It will be a day I will never forget, a day I witnessed from deep within,
A day that shaped my being. A day that created what I would always hold true.
On this day long ago,
My parents were married. In a small town on a scorching hot day.
July seventh was a day celebrated extraordinary love, devotion and faith that never ended.
Thank you Mom and Dad for showing me a love like yours!
Your parents love is so worth treasuring.
It isn’t always there for some. Your’s
are very extra special.
You were blessed and share your blessings with all of us! Thank you, Corey! Xo
Heres to Uncle George and Aunt Dolores!
And the beautiful family they did create.
This was the day I was suppose to born……….instead I was late.Very Tardy indeed!I popped out on the 22.I just googled SAINT ELIZABETH.She was born today the 7th of JULY!
Through their goodness to you… and through you to all of us. Amen.
I like you had wonderful,loving parents. We are both trully blessed…..so many people never get to experience that. That is why we both have wonderful marriages…we had great examples to follow. As a side note I just realized your mom’s name is Dolores…. That was my mom’s name too… and spelled the same.. Dolores not Delores….
I remember April 3, 1942 with similar fondness and appreciation. My parents’ wedding day. In fact my plain gold wedding ring has the date inside it, as it was originally Dad’s wedding band, resized and gifted to me for my wedding.
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