Now it's 6 months later, and they're engaged.
By the way.
This story is about Andy and me.
Here's the scoop.
Normal weekend right? Just another visit. Just another 3 days smashed together in between our crazy lives of long distance, and schools, and classes, and homework, and jobs, and sports.
All weekend he wanted to go on a walk and I was like, "sure thing, babe." So after a night of Brian Regan, cheesecake, and smoothies, and then a day of friends, homework, and sneaky trips with his <quote> brother <quote>, he was like "let's go take that walk." So I unsuspiciously pulled on my boots and my ski coat that makes me look pregnant, and we trudged outside into the sleet and snow. We held hands and talked about that one time when we first started dating when we romped all over byu campus and visited the science center and tried to reach our arms around the giant round meteor outside the jsb. After sliding and slipping and laughing and shoving, we reached our plaza. He reminded me that this was where he had pulled out his killer romantic moves and we'd slow-danced to "I am the luckiest." I told him that that was one of my favorite memories of all time. He told me that that was when he knew that he absolutely loved me. And then suddenly, he was beaming.
And then he was on his knee.
And of course, I said yes.