This will shock you, but I don't remember every minute of my 10 day tour of
So it’s day 2, if you count the day before, since I got in late the night before. Other than the fact that we had now had some kissing under our belts so the real kissing fest could begin, we also went boot shopping. My boots were a disgrace. I had an excuse. I wore size 4 shoes and they were pretty much not available in
On the way, as we discussed everything under the universe. I don’t know how it came up, but Chocolate Boy made a comment that you just pay tithing. There is no question about it, you pay first, figure out how to make things work later. You don't sit around analyzing whether or not you should pay it first or catch up later or skip it 'cause things are tight, you just pay. Period. This amused me, because one of my roommates was gossiping about how someone she knew was having issues with their spouse over paying tithing-one wanted to, the other didn't and I said that they should have explored their feelings on the issue before getting married don't you think? She retorted that no one talks about stuff like that when they're dating. Well, I said I thought you ought to know some things about a person like where their commitments lie, and how they plan to live before you choose them. She thought this was unrealistic. She was going to be flabbergasted that a guy had talked to me about tithing. Ha! After getting off the bus and walking to the uncle's place we discovered no one was home and after standing out in the cold 3.5 seconds, since I don't do cold, we decided we'd come back another time. Preferably after calling to make sure they'd be there.
While we waited for a bus back, he asked me on bended knee in the middle of the street, if I would be his girlfriend. Umm, I came to
Have you ever felt like you are at home when you're not? Have you ever felt like you've known someone your whole life, even though you haven't? Have you ever felt like someone is your family, even though they're not? That was what I was experiencing. As the day ended on the 29th, I realized that it would be alright if I ended up marrying this guy. I had had other boyfriends and other guys I had been interested in before but there was always something that held me back. I didn't feel comfortable relinquishing my freedom or I didn't trust the guy enough to put my life in his hands, or I couldn't feel comfortable baring my whole self, the good, the bad, the ugly, the ridiculous, the dreams the whole ball of wax to anyone. I just couldn't invest my whole life in anyone before this, no matter how wonderful they were. So, this was a totally new feeling. I knew this guy wasn't perfect, but I knew I could trust him. He was totally respectful, no trying to cross lines we shouldn't cross. I knew he would stick with me no matter what. I felt like I could share anything with him, anything at all. But, at the same time, I was in no rush. I just decided I would come back for the summer and definitely, I would go home engaged in the fall if things continued in this vein.
The next evening, we were going to an early New Years dance. Earlier in the day, we were just sitting around on his living room couch when he suddenly got all serious, hemmed and hawed a bit and with a hard face said, "Shellie, I don't want you to be my girlfriend any more." What?? My heart dropped into my stomach. "Why not?" I asked. "Because I'd rather you were my fiancee." He replied. "Oh, well, in that case, it's all right," I said. "Really?" he said. "Yes," I said. Then he told me to wait a sec. Oh, and close your eyes. So I closed my eyes, and he ran off and started rummaging around in another room. I'm thinking, wait a minute, did I just agree to marry this guy? Am I engaged? What happened? What is wrong with me? The next thing I know, he's back and he's put something on my finger. He has me open my eyes, and there is a ring on it. A beautiful 18 karat gold ring with a red Rose Francia stone. I loved it. Totally not BYU diamond material. (Have you noticed I had issues with BYU? You're pretty sharp.) We kissed. One of those amazing once in a lifetime pivotal you have just dived in over your head kisses. Did I like it? Oh, yes! I did. He later told me he knew if he didn't get a commitment out of me before the dance, some guy would snatch me away from him. So silly!