Baby inspects roses from Goomp that arrived this morning.
"64 years ago they set forth in a snowstorm. Love, Dad," says the card accompanying a lovely vase of pink roses -- garnished with eucalyptus sprigs, asparagus fern and baby's breath -- from Goomp. The occasion? The anniversary of his romantic elopement with our mother when they were just a couple of college kids in love. They drove from Medford, MA to Manchester, NH and returned to their Tufts dormitory rooms the same evening. Their first night together as Mr. and Mrs. had to wait until the following weekend. The rest is history. Thanks, Goomp, for blessing us with your sentimental and enduring love for Mummy.
How romantic... and what a lovely story.
Posted by: Teresa | March 25, 2005 at 06:42 PM
Man, you girls were lucky. And any brothers you have too. Goomp sounds like a great guy, and a heckuva father.
Posted by: MIchael | March 30, 2005 at 10:36 AM
AND my biggest fan and most frequent commenter here on the blog. Thanks, Teresa and Michael for your good thoughts.
Posted by: Sissy Willis | March 30, 2005 at 11:23 AM