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Unlike my friend over at The Real Housewives of Oklahoma blog, my husband did not propose to me.  Well, let me take that back.  I proposed to him first.  I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was 17 years ago.  We were just waking up one Saturday morning and he rolled over and out of the blue asked me to marry him.

“Ha”, I scoffed.  Seriously, I scoffed [Webster’s Dictionary defines scoff as “1 : an expression of scorn, derision, or contempt : gibe 2 : an object of scorn, mockery, or derision].

“That’s not the way you ask a woman to marry you.”  “Oh”, he said, “how do you ask a woman to marry you.”  I got up, walked over to his side of the bed and knelt down beside him.  I gently grabbed his hand and told him how great these last few years have been and that I couldn’t imagine my life without him and asked him “Would you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me”.

He laughed, cleared his throat and said “yes”.  Then he dropped on the floor beside me and grabbed my hand and me how great these last few years have been and that he couldn’t imagine his life without me.  He kissed my hand and said “Would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me”. 

Of course I said “Yes”, I mean wouldn’t you?

* This is in response to The Real Housewives of Oklahoma blog for McLinky Monday.

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