She Loves Me, She Loves me Knot

It's usually around Valentine's Day when everyone gets a little mushy I suppose, but I would like to think that romance is in the air all the time. My Mom and Dad were married 33 years when we lost my Dad and Mom tells the sweetest story about how they met. My Mom was a boarder at my Dad's family home. Dad was in the Navy and at sea when Mom went to live with his family in the city. When he would come home on leave Mom would have gone back up to the farm for a visit with her family so they never met each other for the longest time. My Dad's sister and my Mom were friends and my Aunt Marion would tell my Mom how good looking her brother was and that one day she hoped they would meet. That chance came one weekend when he came home on leave and mom was still in town that weekend. I believe my Mom actually blushed when she told me how they just looked at each other and knew they were meant to be together. Most of the time they were chaperoned, but sometimes they would have picnics by themselves and she said Dad would pick wild flowers for her, then proceed to pick off the petals saying, "She Loves Me, She Loves Me Knot".