Some proposals involve wine and roses. Others take place on the beach at sunset. For all the things Brad and I happen to be as a couple, cliche is not one of them. Our proposal involved mud, rain, blood and barbed wire. He called me on my cell phone from the barn one day while he was out fixing the fence. It was cold and yucky, and he had just sliced his hand open, but he got down on one knee right then and there and asked me to marry him. How could I possibly refuse?
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