I've only been home from my mission for 9-10 months when I met a girl at a back to school party in the fall. About 3-4 months later she gave my brother a note with her phone number asking me to call her. I called her on Christmas Day, pretty dumb I know.
She agreed to go out with me and so we did. I wasn't looking for any type of relationship at that point so I didn't want her to think I was interested in anything more than just a friendship. During the date, I didn't open any doors for her, just tried to treat her like I would treat any "friend".
Well, the date went ok. We went to the Brick Oven and watched a movie after wards. So yes, I did, eventually hold hands with her towards the end of the date.
Our second date was on New Years Eve and soon after that we began to date exclusively. Things started going very fast, too fast in fact. But somehow I decided that this was something I wanted. I did want to be with her and only her from now on. So I decided to propose to her on Valentines day. One problem, she had to work that day. So I opted to do it the day before, Feb 13th. I invited her to my home and my whole family helped prepare the dinner. And towards the end of the dinner I did the whole, on one knee and asked her to marry me. I had a ring that my sister helped me pick out and everything. Very cheesy, I know. She said yes to my proposal and I still have a hard time actually understanding that she actually agreed to marry me? Weird.
Kristina, I love you very much. Thank you for making me the luckiest guy I know.
