We had a dance party this morning. Grace sported a princess dress, and she gave me a purple princess 'medieval cone hat' thing.
In about a ten minute time frame, she would approach me as we were dancing, take my hand, and sweetly say, "Mama...marry me?" and then wait for my answer at least 6 times.
What do I learn from this situation?
I must be a pretty awesome dancer. This wasn't the first time I've been proposed to because of my sweet dance moves.
Good thing, it worked out for that last guy, too.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have this awesome dancer on our hands.
She gets it honest.
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