Comments on: sweet stereotype of love. *giveaway* http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/ one stink, dozens of different ways. Thu, 09 Feb 2012 01:56:19 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: jana http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40242 jana Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:45:39 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40242 Sweetest love story? Flying overseas with his family to surprise him on his 21st birthday. He knew they were coming, but not me. That was 13 years ago and it's still the best surprise I ever pulled off. Sweetest love story? Flying overseas with his family to surprise him on his 21st birthday. He knew they were coming, but not me. That was 13 years ago and it’s still the best surprise I ever pulled off.

]]> By: mommabird2345 http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40241 mommabird2345 Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:36:16 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40241 Last Tweet!! http://twitter.com/mommabird2345/status/8700819836 Last Tweet!! http://twitter.com/mommabird2345/status/8700819836

]]> By: Domestic Extraordinaire http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40239 Domestic Extraordinaire Fri, 05 Feb 2010 23:08:22 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40239 <a href="#comment-40131" rel="nofollow">@Heather @ Domestic Extraordinaire</a>, wouldn't it be great if I actually put it in link form? You're Welcome http://www.domesticextraordinaire.com/2010/02/sometimes-its-not-thought-that-counts.html @Heather @ Domestic Extraordinaire, wouldn’t it be great if I actually put it in link form? You’re Welcome

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]]> By: Melissa http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40235 Melissa Fri, 05 Feb 2010 19:43:55 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40235 I tried to dump my now-husband after we’d been dating about 2 months. It was August 1998, the summer before our second year of college: I’d spent an entire week dragging myself from my bed to the couch and vice versa, living on chicken broth and tea, due to a horrible throat infection. George phoned me every day (as he had since we started dating), but I’d lost my voice; when I was able to talk again the following week, I kept making excuses to avoid his calls. My mom noticed and asked me what was wrong. “Nothing’s wrong—that’s exactly the problem!” I confessed. “I think I’m going to break up with him because… well, because he’s too perfect. I don’t think I’m ready for that.” I drove straight from work the next day to George’s on-campus summer rental apartment and—smelling like bread/salami/onions in my oh-so-sexy Subway uniform!—I told him gently (and lamely) that I just wanted to be friends. “You’ve been wonderful,” I apologized, “but I can’t give you enough in return.” He took both of my hands in his, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Whatever you are giving is enough. I have never felt so loved in all my life.” So I stayed. Twelve years later, after surviving almost 8 years of marriage, four years of law school (during which he also worked full time), two miscarriages, and two children, I know exactly what he meant. And I’m really glad I stuck around to find out. I tried to dump my now-husband after we’d been dating about 2 months. It was August 1998, the summer before our second year of college: I’d spent an entire week dragging myself from my bed to the couch and vice versa, living on chicken broth and tea, due to a horrible throat infection. George phoned me every day (as he had since we started dating), but I’d lost my voice; when I was able to talk again the following week, I kept making excuses to avoid his calls. My mom noticed and asked me what was wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong—that’s exactly the problem!” I confessed. “I think I’m going to break up with him because… well, because he’s too perfect. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

I drove straight from work the next day to George’s on-campus summer rental apartment and—smelling like bread/salami/onions in my oh-so-sexy Subway uniform!—I told him gently (and lamely) that I just wanted to be friends. “You’ve been wonderful,” I apologized, “but I can’t give you enough in return.” He took both of my hands in his, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Whatever you are giving is enough. I have never felt so loved in all my life.”

So I stayed.

Twelve years later, after surviving almost 8 years of marriage, four years of law school (during which he also worked full time), two miscarriages, and two children, I know exactly what he meant. And I’m really glad I stuck around to find out.

]]> By: CC http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40233 CC Fri, 05 Feb 2010 19:16:45 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40233 How's this for sappy. I met my husband in April 1997, I was barely 18, and I knew the first time I met him that he was the one. One week later we were dating, a week after that we were engaged, not quite three weeks later we eloped. It's been almost 13 years and we still call each other at least twice a day just because we can even if we don't have anything more to say than, "I love you." How’s this for sappy. I met my husband in April 1997, I was barely 18, and I knew the first time I met him that he was the one. One week later we were dating, a week after that we were engaged, not quite three weeks later we eloped. It’s been almost 13 years and we still call each other at least twice a day just because we can even if we don’t have anything more to say than, “I love you.”

]]> By: Alisha in Ohio http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-2/#comment-40231 Alisha in Ohio Fri, 05 Feb 2010 18:49:55 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40231 Tweet Tweet! http://twitter.com/imabuckeye/status/8688761157 Tweet Tweet!
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]]> By: mommabird2345 http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-1/#comment-40225 mommabird2345 Fri, 05 Feb 2010 03:20:01 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40225 I tweeted!! http://twitter.com/mommabird2345/status/8661114479 I tweeted!! http://twitter.com/mommabird2345/status/8661114479

]]> By: Mommy Daisy http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-1/#comment-40223 Mommy Daisy Fri, 05 Feb 2010 01:54:12 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40223 My sweetest love story...I love telling people about my husband's proposal. We used to love going hiking together, especially in the fall. That year, he hid a ring in his pocket the whole time. We'd been on the trail before, so he knew where he'd do it. There is a spot where two rocks lean together. He told me he'd go around ( a little way ahead on the trail) and pop out behind those rocks, so I could take a picture. He came out with a hand behind his back, then knelt down and proposed. So special! And I have the photo to always remember. My sweetest love story…I love telling people about my husband’s proposal. We used to love going hiking together, especially in the fall. That year, he hid a ring in his pocket the whole time. We’d been on the trail before, so he knew where he’d do it. There is a spot where two rocks lean together. He told me he’d go around ( a little way ahead on the trail) and pop out behind those rocks, so I could take a picture. He came out with a hand behind his back, then knelt down and proposed. So special! And I have the photo to always remember.

]]> By: hillary http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-1/#comment-40218 hillary Thu, 04 Feb 2010 23:00:29 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40218 I was watching eating cheesecake and watching fireworks with my boyfriend when he whipped out a ring and asked me to marry him. My response? "I guess so." In my defense, I was totally surprised and not thinking clearly. I was watching eating cheesecake and watching fireworks with my boyfriend when he whipped out a ring and asked me to marry him. My response? “I guess so.” In my defense, I was totally surprised and not thinking clearly.

]]> By: Sara http://mooshinindy.com/2010/02/01/share-your-sweetest-love-story-with-sees-candies/comment-page-1/#comment-40214 Sara Thu, 04 Feb 2010 02:43:20 +0000 http://mooshinindy.com/?p=2169#comment-40214 We just celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary by running the Rock n' Roll Marathon in Phoenix. My husband waited for me at the finish line, so he was the first person I saw when I finished! Nothing says romance like a big sweaty kiss, right? We just celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary by running the Rock n’ Roll Marathon in Phoenix. My husband waited for me at the finish line, so he was the first person I saw when I finished! Nothing says romance like a big sweaty kiss, right?

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