Two years ago (yesterday...oops), my husband got down on one knee under a fireworks-filled sky and proposed. Four months later, we were hitched and enjoying married life. I am flabbergasted to think that I have known him that long, and sometimes it feels like I've known him forever.
We were in Snowflake for the Pioneer Day weekend festivities. He found a romantic picnic bench at the school where we could watch the fireworks away from massive crowds. He's a sneaky one...I thought he might have proposed that weekend but had certainly given up on the day since it was 10:00 PM. He always prides himself on being able to surprise me, and his proposal was no different! I cried, of course, and said yes, of course.
Not that he reads my blog, but Happy Proposal Anniversary, John!
I'm still laughing about your dancing dragon cake.....that was awesome. Oh, but sorry about your house. Yeah. They never close on time. Sorry.
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