So my family has this hair-brained tradition. I asked around and no one is really sure how we came up with it, but it is a part of our lives nonetheless. Yesterday we were blessed with a party thrown for us by my dear aunt and uncle, Sue and Fred. At this party, my pint-sized groom was required (as a rite of passage or something) to push me down and then back up an impossibly steep hill in a wheel barrow. I am happy to announce that he is amazing and he passed! He has officially been deemed man enough to marry me. I was very impressed. Let this serve as a warning to all of you considering marriage into the crazy Morris family. You will not be able to avoid the wheel barrow challenge!
P.S. Pictures to come soon!