Wedding Dress Shopping

I went wedding dress shopping on Saturday. It was really wierd. Fun . . . but wierd. Fun because I love dressing up and let's face it, wedding dresses are pretty much the ultimate. Weird because, well it was me in a wedding dress. And who ever thought that I, Queen Independence herself, would be getting married, and so soon. But despite the strangeness of it all, I think I've found the dress for me. It's beautiful, I know. And fairly cheap, DI has some great deals.

Pics

Here are the pics. Please don't send me any more hate mail. And please still come to my open house.

Details

Okay, so when I wrote my email to everyone making my announcement, it was really late at night, and because it’s check out time, work has been crazy, so I’m sorry for not getting this up sooner. Please don’t hate me and not come to my open house. Anyway, here are the details on how he asked me. First, a little necessary back ground. For my birthday, I had my roommate do a photo shoot with me. Later she printed off some of the pictures. She had two 8x10s of the same picture that the printers messed up the color on, so I decided to give one of the pictures to Johnny. On Thursday, I met Johnny after my class in Salt Lake and we hung out in the city. My car was still by the Salt Lake Center, so that’s where we parted company. I told him I had a present for him and gave him the picture. We had a conversation that when I told me roommate about made her check for a ring. I thought she was crazy since I didn’t intent to get married any time soon. However, that night I did decide that I did want to marry Johnny. Coincidentally, that was the day Johnny decided to propose. On Saturday when I was going to see him next, we were planning on going to breakfast. On the way to his car, he told me he had a present for me. I thought that was sweet but unnecessary, since I had just given him a picture with no strings attached. He told me it was a poem, I asked if it was a limerick. (I had just written one for my biology class that I read to him, I’m not insane) He said it was more like a Shel Silverstein poem and that he had been trying to write me one for awhile. I told him about how I lost my VL over a poem. (He didn’t really appreciate that right before he proposed, but I was clueless) He drove past the turn off to go to breakfast, and when I asked about it, he said that I had to read the poem under a tree. So we drove up by the Provo temple, in the field below it is a big pine tree that he had picked on his way to my apartment. When I got out of the car, he gave me the poem and a red rose (first time he’s ever given me a red one), which I thought was cute. I read the poem underneath the tree. He was right, it was like a Shel Silverstein poem, but it was romantic too. After I finished, I said thank you (still clueless, although when he stood up to help me up, I was grateful that he didn’t stop on his knees) he gave me a hug and said something cute like that he wanted to be with my forever, then he got on his knee and asked me to marry him. I said “yes, of course” and he said “really?” I ended up saying yes about four times. I guess Johnny’s parents had asked him if they thought I would say yes, which was the wrong thing to say. The poor boy was so nervous he was shaking. After I said yes, he told me he had another present for me. He gave me a dozen red roses. Then we went out to breakfast and picked a date. Then we went ring shopping and I picked out my ring myself. I think it’s pretty.

Reader's Digest

This is for all of you that didn’t even know I was dating anyone. I’ll tell you the Reader’s Digest version of how we met. I’ve known Johnny since I was 9 and my family moved onto his street. From almost the beginning, I picked him out as the cutest boy in the ward. So I had a crush on him for years. We were born the same year, so we’ve always been in the same Sunday school class, and I would sit by him and make him talk to me because he was pretty shy. Right before high school, the language departments in my middle school went on a trip to Europe and Johnny and I both went. I got to know him pretty well and still liked him, but I learned that he wasn’t going to my high school, so shortly after the trip I decided that I should get over him since I wouldn’t see much of him. When I heard through the grapevine that he was dating someone during our sophomore year, that sealed the deal, and I got over him. Half way through my junior year, Johnny transferred to my school. We were in theater together and auditioned for the winter play. We both made it in, which meant going to a theater conference. At the theater conference, my best friend and I decided to make Johnny our project, bringing him out of his shy bubble by flirting shamelessly with him. This was kind of our thing during our junior year. However, during this process, in the three days of the conference, Johnny and my best friend hooked up. I wasn’t upset about this, since I had in reality ended my crush on Johnny, but I was disturbed that in 6 years of crushing on him, I had gotten nothing and in three days, my best friend became his girlfriend. The day after the conference, Johnny’s family moved to Florida for six months. Right before he got home, his relationship with my best friend ended. So the summer before our senior year I became his “shoulder to cry on”. We became best friends, which was nice because for the first time in any friendship with a guy, there was no romantic tension—I knew I didn’t like him, and I wasn’t worried about him liking me. However, around Christmas of that year, things started to change. I always knew that when I fell in love, it would develop from a friendship, and that’s what started happening. Sadly, however, I didn’t really act on that, and Johnny got a girlfriend. That was tough, but the thought that got me through was that she would get married and he would realize what had been in front of him all the time. And that’s exactly what happened . . . except that I wasn’t interested when he came around. I’ll admit it, I played hard to get when he got home. That only lasted until our first date. I decided a relationship was worth pursuing. However, I left to London on my study abroad after our third date, and while I was there, I realized that I owed another guy an opportunity before I invested too much into my relationship with Johnny. When I got back, I learned that the other guy, a missionary, had gotten engaged in the month since he’d been home, which broke my heart, so I told Johnny that I’d need time. So I moved down to school, and started my job and we still hung out every few weeks. Around the end of September we started dating again, and you already know the end of that story.