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St. Clair Weddings


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we can hang out on the dock.”
“No, we’re going on the boat,” Jim insisted. A supportive Mark said, “You know how Uncle Jim is when he sets his mind to something.”
The boat started, and they cruised on the pontoon boat as planned and then headed back to pick up Aunt Laurie, or so Caroline thought. There was a cooler sitting under the willow tree, and Jim asked Caroline and Mark to grab it for him because it was too heavy.
As they started walking over, Mark started his proposal speech. It was at that moment the dots began to connect, Caroline said, and she thought, “Oh, my God, it’s happening! I started sobbing. The ring was in the cooler, he reached in and grabbed the ring and got down on one knee.”
“The first voice I heard was my dad. Then I heard the others, and I saw a huge group of our friends – from