I asked Mike if he'd ask my dad for his permission to propose and this is how it went...
"Probably not." (exactly what I expected)...so I gave him a pout...
Then he explained, "Asking seems like something you do if you care about the answer."
(Such a bearded-man response!)
So I said..."Oh. I think it's a respect thing. My dad would probably appreciate it."
He seemed to change his tune a little and said, "We'll see how it goes then."
I was super afraid to bring it up...but I'm so glad I did!
Then...of course... the silly affirmation sponge that I am had to go and blurt out..."I guess we don't need to worry about it for a couple of years anyways."
And...of course... the darling man gave me what I was fishing for... (which he surprisingly doesn't do very often)..."Not that long baby."
:-) Annnnd butterflies.
