Harry and I celebrated seven years of marriage in a beautiful Grand Canyon cabin. Dressing for dinner, I asked him if he had scissors to snip a thread from my sweater. He quickly pulled a pair from his toiletry kit. “I have everything in here you could possibly want,” he declared. I challenged his hyperbole: “Oh yeah, do you have a diamond ring?” (He had never given me a diamond ring.) He smiled, good-naturedly. At dinner, Harry descended to one knee, declared he’d marry me all over again and presented the diamond ring that was stashed in his toiletry kit. — Judith Karp

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