I've known my parents my entire 40 years on this planet. I've heard most of the stories of their childhoods and pranks and falling in love and putting up with us.
But, while having dinner with my parents the other night I learned something new. My father was a radio operator in the Navy during World War II. He was excellent at morse code and had taught my mother how to morse code "I Love You."
On their wedding day, while kneeling at the altar during the ceremony, my father grabbed my mother's hand and squeezed it repeatedly, telling her I Love You in morse code.
What a sweet image. He's probably the reason I'm such a sap.
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