Now that you know about my engagement bed... You'll appreciate this story a little more.
The week before my wedding my mom, dad, sister came and stayed with me in my wonderfully (sarcasm) furnished apartment. Now it was minus the kitchen table. Paul generously moved his couch in to my apartment so my sister and I could have somewhere to sleep. My parents got the engagement bed.
My poor father got Cedar Fever as he calls it and was very sick. After, nursing his needs, tucking him into bed, and telling him thank you for everything he leaned his head past mine and told my sister, " I love you best".
I surprisingly exclaimed, " I feed you, give you medicine, tuck you in and give you my bed and you love her best. "
He laughed... He said, " I love your vest" She was wearing a cute Christmas vest.
Here's the true part... I wasn't truly hurt just acting the role... my sister swears I was really hurt. I'm telling the truth.
Anyways... That has become a game my dad, mom, sister and I play with each other. When we greet or leave each other especially within earshot of the others we remind each other that , "I love you best". We even have codes for it... I heart U B, etc.
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2 comments:
Great stories, Meags! Treasures of memories like this make for great reading and are, truly, such keepsakes! How wonderful that you are making them into a book - tangible for all of the famly to read, enjoy, pass down and keep forever. So very nice. : )
Carol
I just caught up on your blog! Loved the stories. The bed, and the I love you best!
I have to say I have been missing you...we have to change that!
Have a great day off tomorrow ;)
I love you best :)
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