Today is 7/11. If you grew up in the Pekarsky house you know that every time the clock reads 7:11 you make a wish. Why? Because it's mom's lucky time/day/numbers. And that's because on 7/11 dad proposed!
I may be biased. Okay, I'm completely biased. But I absolutely love the story of my parent's engagement.
Dad had everything planned out.
He had lured mom home early with the story of having tickets to the Pirates game that night.
She walked in. He got down on one knee. She said yes.
Now, dad had only gotten the tickets as a ruse to get mom home early.
But in true Julie fashion, she wanted to go to the game!
So they went to the game, ate hot dogs, drank beer, and mom showed anyone and everyone her gorgeous diamond ring.
A Pittsburgh sports team, hot dogs, beer, and a diamond ring.
Boys, take notes.
So happy 7/11 to my sweet parents.
I hope I find one as good as my mom did.
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