The man of my dreams... the one God created just for me and my girls... asked me to marry him.
He gave me his grandmother's wedding ring. I loved his grandmother.
I love him more.
I said yes, of course.
On Christmas Eve, surrounded by our immediate family, we're going to say I DO with his dad, the pastor, officiating.
Then we're going to have a big Christmas lunch with turkey and smoked ham and change into our elastic-waist pants and slippers and play games and drink hot chocolate and open gifts with his family until long after the sun goes down.
And then, we'll come home, where he'll get to wake up with us on Christmas morning.
I can't think of a happier way to spend Christmas.