Grant is easily the most interesting, coolest, person I know. He is wonderful, hilarious, adorkable, and his potential clumsiness is only matched by my own. If we didn't hold hands all winter one of us definitely would have ended up with a broken tail bone or something... Anyways, I love him to death.
Staying in Utah with his family is something I've gotten pretty accustomed to. His family is crazy (in a "really fun time" way, not a "Ted Bundy" kind of way.) and I love them SO MUCH. I was with them for Easter, and I was only half suspecting that he'd actually propose. (But, he'd already talked to my dad about it and I don't think ANYONE would approach my grizzly bear of a father with something like that unless they were dead serious. No really, I empathized with him. If I were in his shoes I'd be shaking like Wilbur the pig in a slaughterhouse.)
His mom said we were having an "adult easter egg hunt" which I thought was a super legit idea, because I love candy. Free candy? I'm there. Mmm, Starburst jelly beans. Okay, I'm off track again, so we hid in the basement while his mom and sister in law's mom hid the eggs in the backyard. When we started the easter egg hunt I couldn't find ANYTHING. I had been walking towards a tool shed to look, and when I didn't find anything I walked away. Everyone was yelling things like, "Oh my gosh Katie, go back! You were getting so close to one!" Grant's sister in law's little brother Chris, (who is the funniest kid ever) ran back over to where I was at and found the lone pink egg before I found it. Everyone was yelling at him to give it back to me because it was mine. Chris looked super confused, shook the egg, then threw it at me.
I thought it was kind of fishy. It was kind of a red flag. Why? Chris and I are pretty competitive. He would NEVER just give me the egg "just because". I almost didn't take the egg. I ran off and yelled, "Keep it! I don't want your sympathy egg!" (Pause: everyone knew about the impending proposal... and the egg... except Chris... no one informed him.) I'm glad I took the egg, because it was the only one I "found". (They were really well hidden, okay?!)
When all the eggs were located everyone started opening their eggs. Some were full of money and candy. I shook mine. Needless to say, it didn't sound like jelly beans. I opened it, and it was full of tissue paper. I felt it like you would feel a Christmas present and started giggling. GIGGLING. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the dang thing.
Cutie pie Grant got down on his knee and asked me to be his wifey-poo for forever and always. I just nodded to refrain from yelling, "HELL YES!" (No profanity around the nephews!) Then I proceeded to jump on him like a spider monkey... and I kissed him, with a foot pop of course. It was absolutely perfect. It couldn't have been more perfect even if it had involved french fries and a baby kitty.
I am so happy with my choice! I can't wait for endless slumber parties with my best friend who doesn't care that I hardly ever wear socks. He thinks it's hot that I shamelessly read 2-4 novels a week. He serenades me, patiently waits for me to paint face, and he makes me smile until my face hurts every day. He lets me control the song selection in the car, and never complains about how often I want my back scratched. Basically he's perfect. I'm so blessed!
The date is July 19th! It cannot come soon enough!
