About five years into marriage, my husband and I were driving
down the street together. Our three kids in the backseat (yes, we
already had three kids)(because we are nothing if not crazy), I ignored
the incessant crying/questions/whining to tell him the story of my
friend’s recent engagement. I gave every last detail. From how her now
fiancé set up the proposal to her facial expression when he asked the
question. As I finished the very long, very detailed story, I thought my
heart might burst with joy as I remembered the day my sweet husband
proposed to me. (Trust me: It will be very important to remember the
adjective “sweet” I just used to describe him.) “You know, I probably
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The Huffington Post
Thu, Mar 23 6:23 AM PDT
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