Taking a little side step from all the wedding paraphernalia and letting you in on a
Ittle ongoing project!
You’re most likely wondering who Darling and Sweetheart are! Well these names evolved over a period of time and became the names we ( hubby and I ) call each other. He’s ‘Darling’ and I’m ‘Sweetheart’!
Our story is interesting because we come from opposite ends of the earth and managed to find each other. Here is an excerpt:
Chapter One: A Long Time Ago
It started a long time ago with an ocean between them. Darling was born in Bronx, New York on a cold day in February. He was a strong little baby boy with big brown eyes that took in his new world with wonder. Mom and Dad were pleased with their first baby. He was healthy and strong.
Sweetheart was born two years later in a tiny town outside of Munich, Germany on a very cold day, also in February. She was born in her home which was a tiny, cold, apartment. Mom had fallen down the stairs and gone into unexpected premature labor. Sweetheart was so very tiny, only about a pound and a half at most. Her Dad really didn’t know what to do but instinctively he wrapped this tiny child into a warm towel and called the doctor. The doctor, surprised that the baby had come two months early, hurried to help the equally surprised mom and dad.
Sweetheart was whisked to the nearest hospital and placed in a crib surrounded by warm stones wrapped in blankets. This was the closest thing to an incubator available in such an obscure town. Surprisingly, sweetheart managed to grow despite the unusual debut she made. Her dad would make the two mile trip on a bike daily to bring her bottles of her mom’s milk. The nurses made sure she was nurtured and fed and when she finally grew to five pounds, sweetheart was allowed to return to her family.
Darling grew up in an apartment building occupied by many members of his family. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, and many more cousins were available at a moments notice. There was always a birthday party to attend since there were so many cousins. It was a happy time to grow up in. Weekends were spent in the countryside. The cars were packed so full with picnic trimmings and children that they groaned under the weight. Off they went to parks not more than an hours drive. Five or more picnic tables were quickly claimed by placing tablecloths on them to save them until the rest of the family and extended family arrived. Darling, his little sister, and their cousins played games, giggled, squealed, and ate hot dogs until it grew dusk and it was time to pack up and trudge back to the city.
So……..do you think I should continue the story or not? Let me know 😄