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Eleven Years Ago . . .

Happy engagement anniversary, Rick!

Can you believe that we got engaged on this same day eleven years ago? I think it was also a Saturday night. We knew we were going to get married--it was just a matter of when you were going to ask me. You tried to surprise me by asking me to marry you a week before Valentine's Day rather then on Valentine's Day. I have to admit, I knew something was up that night--I just wasn't exactly sure what.

Here's the story:
You took me out on a group date with some other friends. We went to the Fieldhouse (was it called that?) at Rick's to have couple Olympics. We had a bunch of Olympic-type events and relays. It was fun, but not very romantic at all.
Then, at about 9:30 p.m., our groups went our separate ways. You said, "Well, I better take you home. It's getting late." I thought, "That's weird--it's only 9:30, but I didn't protest." That was when I knew something was up.
When you walked me up to my apartment, you sang, "Goodnight Sweetheart." I was so embarrassed because people in the parking lot and near the other apartments were watching. Then, you reached inside the door and pulled out a rose (you had my roommates set that up) and a ring and you asked if I would marry you.
The rest, of course, is happily ever after. I thought I was in love back then. I'm sure I was, but now my love for you is that times at least ten.

Thank you for being such a wonderful husband. You are everything I dreamed of and more.

Comments

Unknown said…
Thank you for sharing how you got engaged. I never knew the story before. I think that it is very romantic. I can't believe it has been 11 years already. Where does the time go?
Kedra Simpson said…
cute story! we miss you guys!
Topsy said…
Hey Bonnie! Long time no see!
Hi Bonnie and family, we sure miss your sweet family in our ward! I absolutely love reading your blog! You really have a special way of sharing your stories, feelings and emotions through your words...Hope things will start warming up soon back there...brrr...

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