We marry someone who fills our life with sunshine. It feels so good, we cannot help but sing—and say yes. Turn a few calendar pages, and suddenly, it’s a dark day. The sun is almost completely hidden by dark clouds that get our clothes wet and frizzle our hair. Worse yet, it’s the eighth dark day in a row. No tornadoes ripping the roof off. No hurricane knocking the trees over...
You Were My Sunshine
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