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Posted on 10/30/2014 5:56:28 PM PDT by fatima
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My wife and I got married just before we moved to Texas. We were living in Kentucky and I had been pretty much out of work for tow year, with just off and on temp jobs. I had through divine intervention got a chance at a material control job on a construction project at a refinery in Corpus Cristi and so we decided to take a chance and move, but we were not going to take such a step without being married. So with help from friends and relitives mostly my wife put together a simple wedding in a hurry. We where married at the Salvation Army Church. I got back from Corpus just a few days before the wedding and I arrived on the bus with a couple roses I brought on my layover in St. Louis (I had taken the bus) for my future bride it was only then she realized that she hadn’t thought about flowers for the wedding. We spend a good deal of the next day trying to get some flowers for the wedding, but everyone was booked and had no time. I through about going to a shop that did silk flower arrangements, but they too couldn’t do it. I wonder around and saw that they sold all the stuff to make wedding bouquets and boutonnieres and such. We left the store and my future bride was very depressed. I took her home and then a little bit later I said I had and errand to run and I went over to the Silk flower store and brought everything to make a wedding bouquet in the colors she want. Got back snuck into the garage and went to work. When I finished I went into the house with the bouquet behind my back and she was siting in the living room I ask her as I pulled out the bouquet from bhind my back. “How will this do?” and she squeled she couldn’t believe it and asked me where I got it. Even she didn’t believe me at first when I told her that I had just made it. I ended up making the myself my best man and our male wedding singer, my wife’s, the maid of honor amd my and the matron bouquets and my mother-in-law, grandmother-in-law and the female wedding singers corsages.
Like I said we both had been passing through a fough patch with only each other to get us through. To this day I don’y think we could have picked a better song:
I don’t know much
“Don’t Know Much”
Look at this face
I know the years are showing
Look at this life
I still don’t know where it’s going
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
And that may be all I need to know
Look at these eyes
They’ve never seen what mattered
Look at these dreams
So beat and so battered
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
That may be all I need to know
So many questions still left unanswered
So much I’ve never broken through
And when I feel you near me
Sometimes I see so clearly
The only truth I’ve ever known is me and you
Look at this man
So blessed with inspiration
Look at this soul
Still searching for salvation
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
And that may be all I need to know
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
That may be all I need to know
I don’t know much
But I know I love you
That may be all there is to know
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE5hLOSEB3Q
Great thread, Fatima! (((hugs)))
Great story and a great song too
You were your own best man! At least you’ll know where his hands are.
:p
Oh my gosh, Pro....that poor child. He will be scarred for life!!
At what hour do you pull away from the curb and start your journey to Washington?
Rest well, Mac...*HUGS*
Not exactly on point, but an all time favorite.
No, I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes, it shows
No, I can’t forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it’s only fair that I should let you know
What you should know
I can’t live if living is without you
I can’t live, I can’t give any more
I can’t live if living is without you
I can’t give, I can’t give any more
No, I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes, it shows
I can’t live if living is without you
I can’t live, I can’t give anymore
I can’t live if living is without you
I can’t live, I can’t give anymore
Nilsson - Without You Lyrics
I'm ready Ma.
You know what happened to the guys that wrote that song, right?
Recorded a cappella because the instrumentalists were on strike, yet it was still a smash hit.
No I have no idea.
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