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Greg and I were howling (laughing hard... for those who think we were actually making animal sounds!) on the way home from church. Somehow it came up about him being more afraid to ask my dad to marry me then to ask me....
You know how you have a gut feeling when you are going to be proposed to... like everything is just to perfect for a regular date! Well, when that day came I must admit I was a little confused because I thought I would know based on when he had talked to my dad... but I did not know that he had asked my dad. In fact when he proposed and got down on one knee all I said was, " Did you ask my dad??" I was so afraid he hadn't! ha.
Turns out it was one QUIET 2 hour conversation that he had one Saturday that I was not home. My dad knew exactly why he was there. I mean who calls up a girls dad just to hang out??? Well maybe your man does but not mine. Anyway, my dad made NO effort to help the poor guy out. So after two hours Greg finally got up the courage to ask if he could marry me. Dad threatened me he was going to ask Greg to quote Scripture and tell him his doctrinal statement... but he thought he had put Greg through enough! But word has it my dad LOVED watching him squirm! Funny thing is... I can see Greg doing the exact same thing one day to Makaela's "Mr. Right".
Anyway, the deal is done. Greg made it through the ordeal, we have been married for almost 2.5 years.... and now we can just look back and laugh about it... cause it was worth it!... Right Greg? :)

manda