
It was at the annual Mexican party hosted by our nextdoor neighbors that I fell in love with my wife. She was visiting my family from Sweden for a few days but would soon be heading back home. It was my father's doing that got me to a make the first move. About five margaritas into the night he said to me: "If I were you, I would just go over there and give her a big kiss on the mouth". It would prove to be the best advice I ever received.
/by David (photo from Dorothy)
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