Tonight, right before I went to sleep (Okay, fine! When I had just gotten out of the shower and still had only a towel on) he asked me that question again. This time I said yes.
The twenty-fourth of the eighth month. 24/8. 2x4=8.
Yes, I just stepped out of a cheesy romantic novel, but I didn't care.
I won the lottery. He is mine. :)
