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First a Baby then a Proposal

July 27, 2009 was just a normal day. My baby, Austin, was four months. Hubby was once again working in our local area, no more being gone all week. All was good.

I can remember sitting on the couch with Austin, rocking her to sleep when I saw Hubby drive by heading towards his parents’ house. I didn’t think anything of it. Austin fell asleep so I laid her on the couch, pushed the coffee table up against it and went into the kitchen to start supper. (Yes I know, not the safest place for her to nap alone, but she’s fine.)

Hubby came and went a few times, going into our little office before leaving again. I still didn’t think anything of it, his parents are the best with technology so I just figured that he had to fix their computer or something.

When he finally came home I was cutting up some potatoes (yes I do remember exactly what I was doing). Austin was just waking up from her cat nap, he picked her and took her done to her room saying something or other. I remember thinking it was odd.

He came into the kitchen carrying her and told me to turn around. I saw my cutie in her Dadda’s arms wearing this.



I was shocked to say the least. I just stood there starring at them with the knife still in my hand. It’s a glad he thought to take a picture before hand.

All the running back and forth was him printing off the “Will You Marry My Daddy?” off, he was having trouble getting it to reverse.

It was definitely the best proposal ever!



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