On the first Sunday of April in 1995, I left Vancouver on a flight bound for a dismally grey Toronto, where I knew almost no one, because I had been transfered by the company I worked for.I was determined to stay not a day longer than the required two years, hating every minute in this ugly, too-large, smoggy city and transfer as soon as I could back to the breathtaking, beautiful oasis of Vancouver.
What I didn't count on was that 18 days later, April 21st 1995, I would meet the man of my dreams. And the rest, they say, is history.
And I wouldn't change it for the world!
4 comments:
HOLLY...............that is just THE CUTEST little love story EVAH'!!!!! BTW...you probably already know this but that man of yours is a hottiecakes!
How sweet is that! Congratulations on the 12 years and may you enjoy many more!
hehehe - needs a layout girlie.. :) beautiful story. i always said i'd never marry an english man and what have i done - married an englishman and never been happier.
so sweet Holly, Congrats to you!!! I am glad thatr moved here so I could meet you IRL!!!
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