Proposal
After a summer full of carefree fun, we had to get back to the grind of school...which wasn't fun for us. We had spent countless nights together and a commute to each other that was 20 minutes had now had turned into 45 minutes haha....one can imagine the joys of driving from Salt Lake to Provo at 7 o'clock at night.
Jack has always been the person to put his feelings out in the open first. He told me he loved me first...and I was absolutely shocked because we had only been dating for 2 or so months before then. I remember it was a July night when Jack asked me if he could see us getting married. I stared at him blankly, having no idea what to say or do. He talked about it with such confidence that I crawled back into my little shell and said we should just talk about it when school started. School started, and Jack brought it up again. Still I looked blankly...I feel like on my mission I had a huge recollection of feeling the spirit so strongly when I knew something was the right answer. But I was totally drawn a blank.
So I did some self digging--or that is what I called it. I went to the temple a lot...and I think I also did a lot of growing in the few months I was with Jack and I feel like he made me think about life with a depth that I felt like I never had before...or maybe it was just a time where I felt like I was holding onto my roots that I had made in my life more than I ever had before. Growing up can be hard sometimes. It makes you hold onto what deems comfortable or familiar.
So anyway...I thought and thought about things. And I was stumped. Why was I not getting some huge revelatory answer? I remember sitting with Jack in the temple whispering to each other and I realized that life really hasn't come to me like that...I have been an impulsive decision maker since day one but I still feel like I needed some sign. One day we were driving to the airport to welcome one of his friends home from his study abroad when Jack, being the reckless driver he is, drove over a curb and popped one of my tires. He frustratingly hit the steering wheel so hard...but then he got out told me we were going to go inside to say hi and welcome Dallon home then come out and fix it. Afterward, he sat me down in the car and proceeded to fix our flat.
And for some reason, that was my sign. That's all I needed to know he was the one. I feel like in some twisted way that was my way of feeling like I knew whatever happened, when shit hit the fan, and when life got hard...he would be there, ready. So I gave him the green light the next day.
So for 2 months I sat with my decision. I would go back and forth and over-analyze the decision I made...but Jack had a funny way of making all my insecurities and feelings of anxiousness go away.
I had no idea when he was going to propose...I like to say I think I had suspicions...but after many let down moments..california trips, st. george trips, cute moments deemed proposal worthy...nothing, so all my suspicions when out the window. So when my friend Annika asked me if we wanted to take pictures again for practice I didn't think anything of it, we came up with a place and I said it would be fun to dress up even... Jack met me in Provo and I barely had enough time to get ready...I told him not to be late...and we got in the car to leave to go to Sundance. We got there and we started to take some pictures. I wasn't thinking super clearly I think, I just felt the, "I am just glad we made it" it feeling.
As we were taking pictures on the bridge Annika asked for some single shots...Jack went and then I went copying what he did. Mid picture Jack came up behind me and I was proceeding to tell him that he was blocking the angle when he kissed me on the cheek and started whispering something in my ear and was turning me around...
And there he was. My handsome guy on one knee right in front of me :) He was saying things I wasn't necessarily hearing but could feel...and I was just backing up in total shock as he opened a box with the prettiest ring I had ever seen. He slid it on my finger and I just remember lots of hugging and oh my gosh's.
Jack has always been the person to put his feelings out in the open first. He told me he loved me first...and I was absolutely shocked because we had only been dating for 2 or so months before then. I remember it was a July night when Jack asked me if he could see us getting married. I stared at him blankly, having no idea what to say or do. He talked about it with such confidence that I crawled back into my little shell and said we should just talk about it when school started. School started, and Jack brought it up again. Still I looked blankly...I feel like on my mission I had a huge recollection of feeling the spirit so strongly when I knew something was the right answer. But I was totally drawn a blank.
So I did some self digging--or that is what I called it. I went to the temple a lot...and I think I also did a lot of growing in the few months I was with Jack and I feel like he made me think about life with a depth that I felt like I never had before...or maybe it was just a time where I felt like I was holding onto my roots that I had made in my life more than I ever had before. Growing up can be hard sometimes. It makes you hold onto what deems comfortable or familiar.
So anyway...I thought and thought about things. And I was stumped. Why was I not getting some huge revelatory answer? I remember sitting with Jack in the temple whispering to each other and I realized that life really hasn't come to me like that...I have been an impulsive decision maker since day one but I still feel like I needed some sign. One day we were driving to the airport to welcome one of his friends home from his study abroad when Jack, being the reckless driver he is, drove over a curb and popped one of my tires. He frustratingly hit the steering wheel so hard...but then he got out told me we were going to go inside to say hi and welcome Dallon home then come out and fix it. Afterward, he sat me down in the car and proceeded to fix our flat.
And for some reason, that was my sign. That's all I needed to know he was the one. I feel like in some twisted way that was my way of feeling like I knew whatever happened, when shit hit the fan, and when life got hard...he would be there, ready. So I gave him the green light the next day.
So for 2 months I sat with my decision. I would go back and forth and over-analyze the decision I made...but Jack had a funny way of making all my insecurities and feelings of anxiousness go away.
I had no idea when he was going to propose...I like to say I think I had suspicions...but after many let down moments..california trips, st. george trips, cute moments deemed proposal worthy...nothing, so all my suspicions when out the window. So when my friend Annika asked me if we wanted to take pictures again for practice I didn't think anything of it, we came up with a place and I said it would be fun to dress up even... Jack met me in Provo and I barely had enough time to get ready...I told him not to be late...and we got in the car to leave to go to Sundance. We got there and we started to take some pictures. I wasn't thinking super clearly I think, I just felt the, "I am just glad we made it" it feeling.
As we were taking pictures on the bridge Annika asked for some single shots...Jack went and then I went copying what he did. Mid picture Jack came up behind me and I was proceeding to tell him that he was blocking the angle when he kissed me on the cheek and started whispering something in my ear and was turning me around...
And there he was. My handsome guy on one knee right in front of me :) He was saying things I wasn't necessarily hearing but could feel...and I was just backing up in total shock as he opened a box with the prettiest ring I had ever seen. He slid it on my finger and I just remember lots of hugging and oh my gosh's.
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