You should never ask my wife to keep a secret. That’s rule number one. But Brad didn’t know this when he called her to tell her that he was going to propose to his girlfriend and her best friend, Molly.
Rule number two, if you are going to ask my wife to keep a secret, don’t ask her to keep it for very long. At least Brad stuck with this rule. A week ago we got a call from Brad asking us if we were going to be at Molly’s half-marathon the next day. He then asked if I was bringing my camera. Kendi, my wife, became suspicious.
“Are you coming? I didn’t think you’d be able to make it.”
He said he was already in town…with a ring in hand…ready to propose. Kendi’s suspicions were confirmed. So I made her promise me that she would keep her mouth shut for the next twelve hours. And by promise, I mean I threatened her with duct tape over the mouth.
The next morning, I with my camera, Kendi with her secret, and Brad with a diamond ring, watched Molly run across the finish line. Brad’s unexpected appearance surprised her, but when he dropped to his knee, Molly’s face was priceless. Luckily, we got it all, frame by frame.
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