Call the wedding planner
My husband came home from dropping our 3-year-old daughter at preschool with startling news.
Now this is the boy my daughter has written a song about. A song that she says can only be sung with piano accompaniment.
It goes something like this: "Didi, I love you so much! Didi, I love you so much! Didi, I love you, I love you, I love you, I looooooooooooooooovvvvvvve you!"
Now when I picked her up at school that day, I said, "Alessandra, did Didi ask you to marry him?"
A sheepish grin took over her face and she said, "Yesssssss. And Momma . . . I'm not afraid to get married."
-- Amy Hollyfield