This is one of the main inspirational stories in my family...
My grandfather worked as a mechanic in a corner store when he was much younger. He didn't have his family to back him up when it came to graduating high school(he had five siblings and they were all younger than he was), so he made the money to help support them in a trade.
So, he worked there ever since he was around 15 or 16, and every day he'd chill with his buddies that were still in high school after classes were over, and they'd share some soda pop by the place he worked.
And every day, he'd see this girl, who he thought was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and he'd tell his buddies, "Hey, that'll be my girl someday."
And his buddies would respond, "It'll be snowing in hell when she's your girl."
My grandfather finally gathered his nerve together, and he asked her out on a date. She responded with a "Yes," which seemed to surprise him out of his mind.
After two years of dating, they were married in January.
50 years later, my grandmother made cards, adorned with glitter snowflakes. In pen, my grandfather wrote on each one addressed to his buds: "It's the 50th anniversary of the snowstorm in hell, right down to the day."