My husband proposed to me (a long time ago) at a beautiful Chinese restaurant called The Mandarin. He had taken my son and I out for dinner and in between the meal and dessert he pulled a diamond ring out of his pocket and asked me if I would marry him. Of course I said yes and cried and we were all very excited about what had just happened. Eventually we settled down enough (well, I didn't) to continue our dinner with coffee and dessert, followed by the opening of our fortune cookies. On that night, in that place this was the fortune I got...
It's a keeper, just like my husband and will remain in my memory box forever!
(PS - He swears he didn't *rig* this and I believe him)
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Wow, that is really special! Great story! :)
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