“Not a chance, baby. Let’s get the girls, get some rings, and go find ourselves an Elvis together. Until you’re legally my wife, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” “Ahh . . . I love the sound of that.” He moves in front of me and bends his knees. “Hop on, princess. Let’s go get married.” Oh. My. God. I’m getting married.
Lindy remembers it all ❤️
