So, my ward is well known for producing married couples. Last week alone there were 6 proposals last week.
I didn’t think I’d be joining those ranks for at least another month.
But, I am now!
Justin, my fiancee–how cool, he is my fiancee now–took me on a picnic. The weather was nice this whole week, so we decided to celebrate with a picnic. But, he had a cool idea in mind–why not watch a movie on his laptop at the same time? So, he borrowed a digital copy of Star Dust.
We go to a roundabout that had a secret rock-bed area with an outlet. We laid down some blankets and laid out our food. Stardust played as we enjoyed our hoagies, strawberries, chips, and lemonade.
About 3/4 of the way through, I had a thought–wouldn’t it be cool if he proposed tonight. However, I knew he wasn’t because he said he wasn’t going to for a while.
Then, near the end of the movie, when Tristan and Evaine were pronouncing their love to each other, Justin’s face appears on the laptop. He had hijacked the movie to tell me how much he loved me. Then, he got on his knees and pulled out a ring and proposed!
Totally taken for surprise!
Of course I said YES!
So, now, it’s facebook-official. I’m getting married to the love of my life!!!!
This is the best! It’s the beginning of a wonderful life!
My boyfriend has a pre-existing condition. He explained the details of it to me on our first date. It was kind of nerve-wracking, but I decided to date him anyway. I fell in love. And I am deeply in love. So much so in love with him that we have been talking about spending the rest of eternity together.
But that also means marrying this condition. And to be honest, it is a little scary. No, that’s not honest–it is a lot scary. But, I try to act as if it isn’t and as if it doesn’t worry me, like I’m the most confident person in the world.
It doesn’t affect him often, but when it does, I tend to worry. I am a worrier. I get it from my mother. I worry about school, I worry about friends, I worry about stress, I worry about all the pieces fitting together and falling into place. So, when he tells me his condition is acting up, I worry.
I immediately get butterflies in my stomach. I want to drop everything and run from campus to his apartment and make sure he truly is all right. It’s because I love him. And when I am unable to leave and go check on him, i will be honest, tears start to drop. Even if he tells me he is all right and to get my work and homework done, my mind is still on him. I love him and want him to be with me forever.
It is hard. I knew it would be from the beginning. And it is scary. I knew it would be from the beginning.
But I love him. And so, I will worry. I will be there for him, by his side. He will be here for me, in my heart. Because I love him, I will continue to worry about him.
And I really couldn’t do justice to this post.
and show my teeth.
After twenty minutes,
cheeks are too stretched to continue holding it.
But, I like smiles–
That hidden one on the upper left side of the face
causing eyes to twinkle.
Full lips holding back a joke.
Too sore. Or I have something between my teeth.
Smile is gone.
There is something better–a laugh.
Eyes wide in enjoyment,
mouth open (not enough to allow the full laugh out),
shoulders quivering in hilarity.
The tiny giggle behind both hands.
The loud gaffaw that has me rolling on the floor.
The snicker, a small puff.
But, which is better?
Which do I enjoy more?
Both work well together, true
However, I am a simple girl–one thing at a time.
Who gets the smallest one?
Is there such thing as platonic flirting?
Can two humans of opposite gender enjoy witty and friendly conversations? Or does there always have to be a motive behind it?
Will someone be labeled as a free-for-all flirt, a marriage hungry stalker, a ruthless hunter for enjoying the equality in personality of others?
Will someone be labeled as a shy, closed-off introvert, an anti-social single, an awkward dork for staying away from interaction?
Can there be such thing as platonic flirting?
I would like to believe so.
I hope so.