When I reach my husband tonight, I plan on getting on one knee.
He won't expect it, it's been a while, and it's time to propose marriage.
He's worth that much to me and it's sometimes important to remind him of that.
So tonight, when he's crabby and exhausted from two flights up to the Tundra/Yukon, where's he's freezing and just awaiting my arrival with annoyance, when I do arrive, I'm dropping to the floor. I pray once again, he says "yes"...