On an outing to meet with my family, I took Nathan through Joplin today, telling him the story of my experience there with tornadozilla.
And, like every other time, I got a flat tire.
Nathan and I handled it really well, changing the tire in six minutes, and no one being upset or anything. We just got the job done:
And then he turned around, right then and there, and in sign language, asked me to marry him.
I said, “Oh, you are so funny. That’s sweet.”
So he asked me again, in sign language.
And then I squealed and said yes!