Using some 'sign language', he let me know his intention. I let him know I understood and handed my camera phone to Hubby as a back up....in case I had a problem working one totally foreign to me. The fireworks started going off, he got on one knee. She was a little confused, but quickly caught on and said, 'Yes,' through her smiles and tears. Everyone around us *cheered* The fireworks ended, I handed his camera back, offered congratulations, and we all disbursed into the crowd. This must be what being part of a flash mob feels like.
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