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In grade four, our homework assignment was, what I want my future to be like. We were going to seal these and look at them later in life to see if we were living our dreams. While other classmates wanted to be pilots and doctors and lawyer. I wanted to be a Mom. The teacher said that I could be something and a Mom and I told her that I would be happiest just being a Mom. So she asked me to

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It was the year of 2006 just a regular night at home. My boyfriend wanted to show me how he new how to pamper his woman. I was sitting up watching some television and heard my boyfriend (Justin) walk back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom. He continued to do so for about 20 minutes. When he was all said and done he asked me to come into the bathroom and there I saw candles all over the

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Imagine.. being abused, cheated on over and over and feeling like your never good enough for anyone. Your hearts begins not to trust, to close up from the world and beginning to isolate from love and from finding TRUE happiness. You also live with your own disease.... Cystic Fibrosis. When you least expect it, your best friends ex tells you that you need to meet a guy that he believes would be "

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My husband and I were dating for 5 years before we got married. He played soccer and I would often go watch him play, especially during the beginning stages of our relationship. I'll always remember the day I went to see him play one of his soccer games. We had been dating for a couple of months and were really into each other at this point. Although it was a close game, his team ended up losing

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My husband and I were going out for dinner to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. He is a man of few words and works long hours so I was brooding over the lack of sentiment on such an important event as this. Dinner was nice, sure, but it was our 25th wedding anniversary! I thought it warrented a little more than an evening out but didn't voice my disappointment. After dinner we drove down to

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Near Valentine's Day 16 years ago, my husband took me out West for my first real ski vacation out of the state of Michigan. On our first day at Lake Tahoe on top of Mt. Heavenly my husband proposed. Fortunately, he didn't drop the ring in the snow. It took us an hour to get to a phone and call our families. There were no portable cell phones back then. I cherish that memory. Jodie W.

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Some people walk in the rain, and others just get wet" (Roger Miller). We used this quote on a homemade book we made this year about our trip to Iceland and Norway. We had to postpone the trip a few years ago because I had to deal with breast cancer. But that is done and I am great and we finally took our dream trip this past summer. It was awesome. This quote is so meaningful to us because we

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Could anything be more romantic than meeting the second love of your life when it seemed everything was over? I had been so happily married for 28 years. My husband was mis-diagnosed for the last five, and when finally correctly diagnosed succumbed to cancer very quickly. I learned a lot about grief then. If I had felt sure that I would be with Don, I would have gladly died myself. I was still

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One year for Valentine's my husband (boyfriend then)gave me a great big chocolate chip cookie that said "I love you." We had only been dating for a short time. It was the beginning of him being the kindest, most loving husband anyone could ever have. I love him with all my heart. He is the best ! xxx Jocelyn T.

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At the tender age of 32, I felt like I was getting too old and that the dream of a family was slipping away. So I consulted a mystic lady fortune teller who had set up a shop in Kensington Market, Toronto. She advised me to buy these blue bath balls. I went home and wrote down the kind of man I wished to meet and then took the bath. The next day, with blue-stained feet and hands, I met my future

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My partner is not a "romantic guy" it took me over 2 years to finally get a card and I have only once received flowers. But he does the most thoughtful things. The most thoughtful thing, I consider romantic is tied to how we met. I work at a clinic that fits members of the military for boots. One day almost 4 years ago he walked in at 4pm with a Timmies in his hand to come and be fitted. I for

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Marriage is hard, raising children is hard and sometimes romance takes a back seat to life. I have been married to Kevin for 19 years this year and a couple for 25 years. We have three children all boys and I choose 16 years ago to give up my career and stay at home with the boys. Many people think that the life of a stay at home mom is all coffee time and bon bons but it is not, it is a lonely

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My partner is not a "romantic guy" it took me over 2 years to finally get a card and I have only once received flowers. But he does the most thoughtful things. The most thoughtful thing, I consider romantic is tied to how we met. I work at a clinic that fits members of the military for boots. One day almost 4 years ago he walked in at 4pm with a Timmies in his hand to come and be fitted. I for

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One year for Valentine's my husband (boyfriend then) gave me a great big chocolate chip cookie that said "I love you." We had only been dating for a short time - it was the beginning of him being the kindest, most loving husband anyone could ever have. I love him with all my heart. He is the best ! xxx Jocelyn T.

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Could anything be more romantic than meeting the second love of your life when it seemed everything was over? I had been so happily married for 28 years. My husband was mis-diagnosed for the last five, and when finally correctly diagnosed succumbed to cancer very quickly. I learned a lot about grief then. If I had felt sure that I would be with Don, I would have gladly died myself. I was still

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We have been married for 31 years and are still leading a very romantic life. We try to take vacations together once a year and also enjoy many romantic dinners together. Wendy Y.

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After a long drought of successful dating, that is to say that I had many unsuccessful dating adventures, I met this great guy. He was handsome and he was charming and he was everything I was looking for. We had a very casual first date - it involved a lovely lunch and a walk along the water in Kingston. With both of us in mid-life, we were careful to guard much of our true selves - gone was the

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At the time I was involved in a long distance relationship with a wonderful man who lived in Manhattan, New York. One morning he called me from his office in Manhattan and he said "I really want to see you right now"...and I said that would be amazing but knew it would have to be a planned visit that would have to wait. That evening their was a knock on my door and guess what! There he was

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What makes my husband romantic is the things he does every day. He's not a guy who buys flowers or chocolates on special occasions, or whispers "sweet nothings". What he does is more remarkable than that. He cooks delicious dinners every day. He fixes things around the house without being asked (because he wants to!). He pitches in on all of the chores, and helps me with my school work (I am a

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The first time I ever received flowers: I was in kindergarten one morning when one of the most handsome boys in the class came to me and gave me a lovely rosebud. A sweet lasting and very romantic memory! Anne T.

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My husband isn't always the most romantic guy when it comes to setting a scene with candles and flowers but sometimes out of the blue he just outdoes himself! He knew I was having a particularly tough day at work and when I got home he had supper cooking, a nice hot bubble bath drawn for me and a glass of Du Bonnet poured. I didn't have to do anything!! I drank my Du Bonnet and lounged in the

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Spending an intimate evening by the fireplace with my husband of 33 years, a glass of fine wine, soft music and candle light. Nancy P.

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me and my girl friend came to ste. anne's spa first time in 2006. it was winter time. snow was there. we went in night in hot tub water. moon star and sky they were watching us. i say to her first time I LOVE U. SHE GOT SHOCKED. i promise her we will come back again and again this spa ste. anne’s grafton. as long we live. becoz the love story and journey starts from there. ste. anne’s staff and

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It has been said you fall in love at a time you least expect it. Mine came when I was completely fed up with love. I had had more than my share of unrequited love and breakups. Hence, after another tussle with cupid, I was ready to be single. It was Christmas time, when every single person can feel the pressure of not having someone around. One night I was on the internet and I decided to go on a

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My wonderful husband. We have been married now for almost 8 years and amazing 3 kids later - doesn't provide much romantic time. But my husband always find a way to make me feel like the most wonderful woman on this planet. Valentines day 2 years ago - my husband, knowing how important this day is to me - even though I say it isnt... heheh (and how unimportant this day is to him) left work

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My husband gave me an empty ring box for my birthday and when shocked to see it was empty he quickly produced another box for me to open with a beautiful engagement ring in it and he asked me to marry him and I said yes. Sylvia K.

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My Husband Jeff is a true night in shining armour! It was while I was in school that Jeff first "rescued" me. I was overworked and very stressed out, my home life was not to be desired. I began to feel depressed and it was his words of inspiration that lifted me up. If it were not for him I probably wouldn't have finished school, but now I am a nurse - a career I love. In 2005 we got married - a

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We had just met only a few weeks before and on one of our early dates, ended up at Ashbridges Bay. It was a beautiful summer night and pitch black as we walked down towards the water. We were lying on a car blanket just taking in the night sky, watching the stars, and savouring the moment. I was lying there with my eyes closed, when he started to sing (Depeche Mode song) - "I want somebody to

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Riding the gondola in Venice under the moonlight while sipping champagne under a warm breeze. The rider was singing "Tempo D'Estate a Venezia" with a philharmonic player. As we rode by the ancient ruins of the city we were reminded how everlasting and strong our relationship and love for each other was. The sound of the waves was very relaxing and added to the warm ambience. The sky was full of

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It was the 2007, Valentine's Day! My boyfriend was working with phycician without border in Peru far from me! In Toronto there was a snow storm and nobody was willing to deliver his gift to my home! His gift was a guitar which I had always wanted, two dozen roses and a CD containing a song he himself had played and sang for me... the taxi driver who brought the gift told me that my boyfriend had

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Brokenhearted I flew to the the Amazon to teach. Don and I had met in 1970. My shy, retiring self said to friends, "I'm going to get a guy this weekend!" We all laughed but that is what happened! When I saw him I said, "That's him!" He wasn't tall but he was handsome with dark hair, a big smile and snapping brown eyes! Putting on my uncommon feminine wiles I approached him. Two years later he

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My husband surprised me for my 49th Birthday with a helicopter ride. I have always wanted to have my pilots license but there is no way I could ever afford it. I suffer with Lupus so I didn't feel like going anywhere the day he planned it. He and my daughter had to really push to get me out of the house. We were just going to drop off some plans to a builder. He has the helicopter. I had no idea

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Now on the scale of romance, this may not rank very high, but when you realize how "unromantic" my husband is, it might make your heart go pitter patter.... I have teased my husband often about his lack of romance, and his reluctance to buy flowers (they just die) but thankfully, he makes up for it in so many other ways....One day, I tearfully called him to report that I had visited a

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My most romantic tale is short, but to the point. It was my husband letting me sleep and taking over the night feeding for our son. Our son was a premmie who would be up every few hours and my husband decided to let me have some much needed sleep and took over the feeding without being asked. It's that last point that makes it romantic - that he did it on his own, without being asked. Sarah R.

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My favourite place is the beach close to our house, and it is so for many reasons but the best is this story. A few years ago after a long hard week of work my boyfriend suggested to we go to a favourite local spot for dinner. Not really dressed for anything else I said sure. After an uneventful dinner he said he'd like to go for a walk down on the beach. We'd walked for a while when we decided

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My boyfriend is Italian. We met in Cuba in July'08, and I had already purchased a ticket to go teach English in Italy in August. It was fate, you could say. Immediately upon my arrival to Italy we began dating and had an instant connection. For New Year's Eve'08 Stefano surprised me by taking me to a Wellness Centre/Spa in northern Italy ( we are both spa lovers and when we can't make it to a

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My husband and I share a passion for the outdoors and after spending many weeks camping and portaging in Algonquin Park I became enthralled with the cries of the Loons and their passionate calls to their life mates. Two years before my husband and I were engaged, he gave me a loon, carved by his late father. He said he hoped that one day the mate to this loon would sit beside it, on the mantle

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My husband and I went out on our first date on February 14th, 11 years ago. What I thought was only going to be a business meeting (I was his travel agent at the time) turned into a beautiful relationship and an even better marriage. He won me over when he came to pick me up in a limosine and took me to Niagara Falls to a very fine dining! He is such a romantic man, even to this date, I am the

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After a tough 2009 of being laid off twice, dislocating a knee cap, and the passing of my very special grandfather, I was very happy to say goodbye to 2009. However, as of December I became engaged to my wonderful fiance and boyfriend of 3 years, found out I was pregnant...ooops and got a fantastic position with a great company. I believe that it has something to do with my grandfather looking

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When my husband and I were engaged he took me away for my birthday to a lovely resort up North. We went out for dinner at the resort's 5 star restaurant. The meal was amazing so we stuffed ourselves even treated ourselves to the dessert buffet. During coffee my husband said we should go for a walk. It was lightly snowing, full moon, walking along he was holding my arm so I wouldn't slip. I was

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One Valentine's Day, many years ago, my husband came home from work and said we were going out for dinner to a very special place he had reserved. We had four young children at the time, and his offer seemed too good to be true. He had even arranged for my mother to stay with the children. The only problem was, there was a major blizzard that evening. No problem, my husband said. So we got

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My husband was born on December 23, this year I was very busy at work and with the kids, so I planned to buy him his birthday gift after work on the 23rd, and I felt very bad because every year I try to give him the gift at the midnight, so in the morning I left to work and when I got home with his present I had the most romantic surprise waiting for me, David got for me flowers and a card saying

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When my husband and I first dated we were both in gr.10. He exuded such confidence and yet was so grounded. But, I broke up with him. I know now that he and I needed to experience life. Wu Wei wu, do without doing was our Mantra. We were always an integral part of each others world. Time did not compromise our friendship. When I was working as a nurse in Toronto he was just finishing medical

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I went on a business trip to Bermuda and my boyfriend joined me for the weekend. We rented a scooter and drove around the island exploring all the beautiful beaches of Bermuda. On one of the days we decided to spend the day at the beach but it was a little overcast but felt that perhaps the sun could come out later. We headed to the beach and soon got off our scooter and walked towards the beach;

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We have been married 36 years and my husband and I still hold hands when we walk and he still sends me flowers randomly to says " I love you" and on special occasions also. Joanne R.

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The time....1941....the place...Ste. Anne's...the people...Jane Blaffer and Kenneth Owen...the story.......Mr. Blaffer retired in 1941. That same year, preparations were made for daughter Jane’s marriage to Kenneth Owen of Indiana. An addition was built on the east end of the house. Called the Wedding Room by the Blaffers, it is now known as the East Suite. When it was built, it had a fieldstone

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