What Better Way to Celebrate Love Day?

Okay so I didn't mean for it to take this long

But I got a job

And I go to yoga for at least 4 hours a day

in. tense.

sooooo

ACT II

Basically I knew it was coming

The girl almost always knows it's coming

We started ring shopping the beginning of December

Which is when I found

THE RING

It was absolutely perfect and I just wanted that one

but it had a few too many zeros on that little price tag

so we kept looking

and looking

and looking

And it just wasn't coming together

He kept saying we should look some more

His dad had a friend..

His friend knew of someone...

etc. etc. etc.

So I tried not to think about it

Because my fingers are so small it would take

6-8 weeks to make anything anyway

So I didn't think about it

Very much

So at the beginning of *the week* he tells me 

he's planned a double date for Saturday

"Saturday works, right?"

Wednesday..."Still no plans Saturday, right?"

Friday..."Still good for tomorrow?"

Yes, and you have never been so concerned

about a date before, silly

So it's Saturday. And Mike's wife is sick so Bryson's making me dinner.

(This actually didn't tip me off...he does this a lot)

So

I'm getting ready.

And I have the thought,

It would just be soo great if it happened tonight

But it wouldn't. Couldn't.

But...

I know.

(Argument inside my head, nbd)

So I'm driving

And the thought hits me again

and I literally say out loud to myself

"Erin, it's not happening tonight. There's no way he has the ring yet."

So I pull up.

House isn't decorated.

He answers the door.

No tux.

Walk into the kitchen.

No candles. Crepe paper. Balloons.

But there is...

A box.

Not a little ring box

An old Capezio shoebox 

The time capsule that Bryson had made at the ripe old age of 6

That we had found in his closet months ago

To be opened "later" (we both knew what that later meant)

So I start to shake a little bit
(I wasn't the only one)

And we sit down and open it

There's a picture, newspaper clipping, some plastic cars,

And one of those books you make every year in elementary

"All About Me"

So we start reading through the book

A handprint, a footprint, some favorites

And at the end

A note that said

"One day I want to get merryed in the temple..."

I looked over at this poor shaking kid and said

"I can't believe you wrote this when you were six!"
(I was still slightly in denial)

Then it said some other cute things and at the bottom

"...I want to merry erin"

1st thought: "He had a girlfriend in first grade named Erin?"

2nd thought: "He's on one knee. With a little box in his hand."

And he asked me if I would "merry" him

And I said

YES!
(P.S. It was THE RING...custom made just for me :)
Then we ate the amazing fondue he made us
Then we took pictures
(Which were supposed to be on here but of course they aren't working)
Then we went bowling and got a huge discount
And the VIP room to ourselves
Then we got ice cream

Cuz we're cool like that.
Perfect Night

So that's the story that probably everyone knows by now.
But I am so so so happy.
I never thought I would ever be this blessed.
I just love him so much!
I love how when he laughs really hard he rubs his eyes
and that when we're saying goodbye on the phone he says,
"K, well, I'll probably text you in a few minutes cuz I'll miss you."
I love that the Gospel is the most important thing to him
and that he never judges anyone
I love that he's the one with the wedding countdown on his phone
and is jealous that he doesn't get a ring yet
I love that he makes me blanket forts for Valentines day
and gives me footie pajamas for Christmas
I love that he quotes movies more than me
and encourages HP movie marathons
There's more, but basically
I love him, I love him, I looooove him.

 May 10, 2012
I think it's going to be a great day
:) :) :)