It was Valentine's Day 1984. David and I are on our first date…dinner at St. Hubert BBQ. We had a lovely dinner, and conversation was great. After ordering dessert, David began rubbing his nose. I wondered if he was okay. He said he was but kept rubbing his nose. I asked, "What is wrong? Do I have a booger in my nose or something?" To which he replied, "Yes." I got up from the table and ran to the washroom with my hand over my nose before he could say anything else.
To this day, I wonder what would have happened if I did not come back to the table. We have been together for 25 years, and we are still honest with each other and love each other. We have three wonderful children who love that story!