Very nice job and excellent presentation. A question however - are you supposed to put the recipe card in the tines of the forks or between the forks? I ask because if I was given that I just know I would be poking those darn tines in my hands all the time. If the recipe card goes between the forks and not between the tines, have you consider bending the tines so they are more decorative and less lethal to clutzes like myself? Very sweet graphics, I'm sure your friend will love it. Suzan J

They were 18 years different in their ages. They had 5 children, in 2 "groups." When the last two sons were born, the nurses thought the dad (my grandfather) was their grandfather. lol I saved their obits, but my grandmother didn't put his DOB in his because she didn't want people to think she was his age. Then her age/DOB is not in hers either! He died of old age, but she was severely injured crossing the street - with her sister, but the sister lived. At my grandmother's funeral, all her friends told us that she prayed every night to die so that she could be with her DH again. Moral of the story is to be careful what you ask for. Did some math: he was born in 1891 (served in WWI) and she was born in 1918 (sorry I told!). They were married when she was 19yo and he was 37yo. They were married 53 years when he passed away. The handwritten note I have framed says, "Some people can write sweet verses to tell their love. But all the sweet verses in the world and all the sweet words couldn't begin to tell you how much I love you." No year noted. :( My mom's parents married at 15 and 16yo, married 72 years when he passed away. Sorry to sort of have hijacked the thread, mtnrdredux. The box I have is by Paper Magic. I don't see the exact one at Amazon, but they have several, of course they come with cards. It's sort of like this one, but is divided in the middle: Here is a link that might be useful: [Card Storage Box link](http://papercards.com/search-details.asp?afID=va5241342917109&bcID=3&cgID=300&pg=1&itemnum=8926&imgptr=2#itemname)

Okay, thanks for your responses. I was just too stuck on the champagne so I got 2 bottles but am skipping the OJ. That way she can open them or not but I think she will be more than happy to partake immediately - after all, it is a celebration! I think that was a enough but I ordered some flowers from my favorite shop and will pick them up in the morning. Not everyone is appreciative or even cares about such things, but I know this friend really does and it will make her happy - which makes me happy. Win - Win!!

I did get teary at each HS graduation....the speeches, etc just bring that out. Where I broke down was saying goodbye at the college dorm. With DS 1....he went to our state U less than an hour away...his first choice school. It was hard but I told him he was not allowed to come home for the first six weeks unless it was an emergency. I had heard stories of too many kids coming home every weekend and never immersing themselves in campus life and I wanted him to get involved, meet new people, and have the same experience as if he were miles away. He was rooming with best friend since toddlerhood and lots of other HS friends there as well so plenty of support. We all survived those six weeks just fine. With DS 2..our youngest...I felt somewhat guilty shoving him out of the nest since he was our homebody and the most likely to get homesick. I think he would have been happy to stay home and go to junior college, but his major was unusual and not offered by many schools and you had to take prerequisite classes freshman and soph years so off he went...12hours away not knowing a soul and a roommate from our area who never returned his "get to know you" calls and turned out to be 24! Roommate was a deadbeat and I worried all first semester about whether he could cope with everything. (Fortunately he was able to switch roommates second semester). He blossomed! He spent a semester in Bangkok. He formed a campus organization for a cause he became passionate about and works in that field today for a major non-profit. Hardest might have been DD....for 11years it was usually just the two of us going to practices and competitions for her sport. She went to school 6 hours away...I drove home alone as DH had to fly out from there for work. I sobbed all the way home. Was so distraught I missed an exit and didn't realize it for 20 minutes. I think I even pulled off to a rest stop just to cry. The upside was she loved the school, made great friends and it was a joy to see her come into her own after a not so great high school experience. She still lives there. Fast forward....they are all grown and gone....and we love having the house to ourselves!!! The boys live close by so we see them regularly, one is married. Of course we love seeing all of them and having them over and although it was an adjustment, we love the empty nest too!