When I went out the night of November 22, 2005, I don't know what I was looking for, but it wasn't the love of my life. And yet here we are. The next morning I sent myself an e-mail, the entire body of which read: "His name is Woody Loverude."
I've never looked back.
You make me a better person. You keep me sane. You make me happy. If you weren't around I simply don't know how I would have made it through all we've been through in the last five years. What can I say? I love you. And now that it is legal in the state where I want to raise our children, I have to ask:
Woody? Will you be my husband?
No rush! Maybe while you think it over, why don't we let Frank read one of your favorites?
Update: He said yes!!!
