One Year!

Happy Anniversary to us! Actually it was yesterday, but we had a change of plans when we got hit by a wreck. Yes, I did mean to say it like that. One car turned left into another speeding car, then they both ran into us, who were sitting innocently (and... horrifiedly?) at a stop sign. But we had a great weekend until then and we are both alive and well enough, so it's okay.

The car is not as okay.

Anyway, I realized I had never done a post about "our story," and I think I am entitled to that... since it's my blog after all. So if you hate sappy stuff, consider this your warning.

Before the Beginning:

We met in choir, which makes sense since we're both nerds. We didn't think about each other then AT ALL. The choir did an Italy tour at the end of my freshman year, and we ended up hanging out a lot then.

Florence '06, with other choir friends.

We were decent friends in choir, and, as I look back now, I realize we were always doing something goofy... or goofy-looking at least... observe:

Point made. But again, purely friends.

The Beginning:

Summer '08. I was in China.

Little did I know, some random choir friend was developing feelings for me on the other side of the world. We started chatting on facebook quite a bit, and eventually I began to catch on to the fact that he probably liked me. And that brought up another question- do I want him to like me? I had said no to every other guy ever. But for some reason, I kind of liked him too... maybe?... possibly?... And I prayed a lot for direction. And made lists of pros and cons, because I'm a dork. But I decided to let him talk to me, and maybe even hang out with me a little. The first time he came over was with our friends Levi and Brittany. We watched the most boring movie ever on earth- "Vantage Point"- and then they left and Michael stayed to watch "Nacho Libre". After that, and talking until 2:00 AM at my parents' house, I remember thinking, "Okay, either this guy really likes me, or he is just waaay friendly and has nobody to hang out with."

Dad knew he liked me, because dads can tell that stuff, but Mom was clueless... sorry, Mom!

He would send me these really sweet emails and stuff, and I just couldn't help liking him. Before we could even officially "hang out" (not even date yet, just hang out with the possibility of it going somewhere), he had to go through an interrogation with my dad. Mind you, my dad was a green beret, 6th degree black belt, sherriff, and polygraph examiner, so this wasn't the typical ask-the-dad-for-permission type thing. Michael agreed without even flinching... on the outside, anyway. I was a nervous wreck. That was the longest two hours! They emerged from the study with the good news, and then I found a doodle on Dad's desk of Michael hanging from a noose. Once as we were watching a movie, a black belt came in and threatened Michael's life. It was the little thing like that that assured me this guy was very serious.

Eventually, Dad even let us go on an official date.

Notice- no touching, hugging, or holding hands here

The Officialness:

So we were official and it was grand. We stood next to each other in choir and our little hearts were oh so twitterpated. I just kept liking him more and more, and one day he told me he loved me. He said it really quietly, so I said, "Could you repeat that?" And he did and I said I loved him too and life was still grand and we were even more twitterpated. And the silliness kept progressing for the next several months

The Engagement:

I gave Michael a "date day" coupon and a "magic notepad", because we're actually

very cheesy like that. He could write whatever he wanted on the notepad and I

couldn't say no. He wrote all sorts of things, like play golf, play racquetball,

make oreo balls, make dinner, etc. We had a fun day, then I started a wonderful

dinner of Asian noodles. While I was cooking, he put "The Fellowship of the Ring"

on. Anyone who knows me should know how important this is. And he started

writing and writing in the magic notepad. I was like, what in the world?

Had no clue.

Then he went and put on a suit. Still no clue. He had even shaved. STILL no clue.

Really, Kacie? This clueless? Yes. I just thought he was being sweet. We sat

down to dinner, and he insisted that I read what he'd written. So I started

reading his novella, about why he loved loved me and how much he loved me

and stuff.

And then there were 7 or 8 pages of "I love you," and then...

Then I turned the page and read this aloud:

"Will you marry me? (This is a magical notepad after all)"

And then shock at what I'd just read. And then he got down on one knee and

pulled a ring box out and asked me to marry him. And through my happy tears

I said yes, obviously. It was such a sweet and purely joyous moment. Then we

went to my house to tell my parents, who of course already knew it was going to

happen soon because Michael had asked my Dad's permission.

And that is for real how I was dressed. Classy, as usual.

My ensemble was completed with chipped blue nail polish,

an obvious sign that I was not expecting a ring that day.

Needless to say, we were excited.

It wasn't until mauch later that I realized he cheated by using a magic notepad

I couldn't say no to. But it's okay, I'm pretty sure I would've said yes! anyway.

Coming soon:

The Wedding.