I'll probably bore everyone with this answer- but seeing my daughter's face on Facebook about a year and a half ago when the only images I'd seen of her previously were a few photos taken when she was 3 months old. I'd waited 22 years to see a photo like that and, understandably, it left me gasping for breath. :-)
Hubby was then boyfriend. We went to NYC together for the first time and he was taking me to the MOMA, knowing how much I wanted to go. On the way there, he pulled me into St. Patrick's Cathedral. Him being Jewish and me being Protestant, I was confused but I followed. We sat in a pew, silently, and then he whispered, "I just wanted to thank God for you."
No need to remind you how lucky you are...beautiful story.
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jene2008 says,
Hearing my children's first cry in the delivery room.Sagacious says,
I'll probably bore everyone with this answer- but seeing my daughter's face on Facebook about a year and a half ago when the only images I'd seen of her previously were a few photos taken when she was 3 months old. I'd waited 22 years to see a photo like that and, understandably, it left me gasping for breath. :-)XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX says,
Sag...beautiful story! Me? I've had several, but they were negative, so I'd guess they don't count...so I'm still waiting.Hannahmo says,
This is gonna sound childish but my first kiss was absolutely stunning. :)marymc says,
Hubby was then boyfriend. We went to NYC together for the first time and he was taking me to the MOMA, knowing how much I wanted to go. On the way there, he pulled me into St. Patrick's Cathedral. Him being Jewish and me being Protestant, I was confused but I followed. We sat in a pew, silently, and then he whispered, "I just wanted to thank God for you."XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX says,
No need to remind you how lucky you are...beautiful story.