The one in which I struggle with how many details are annoying, and how many details are fun.

He loves having his picture taken, and is so cooperative. Even after he just proposed marriage to me.
But ya know, whatever Josh. When you make faces like that, they're still going on the blog so it's your bad.

A few reasons why Josh's proposal to me was unique:

He didn't really ask.
And I didn't really answer.

The significance of him not asking is much cuter if you know us and our history well, so let me try to give a little background.

Long-time blog readers may remember that I wasn't a Josh-lover in the beginning. In fact, I was kind of a big fat snot. (But not totally; I had legit concerns, it was just the way I handled it on the blog that was snotalicious.) I didn't think that I liked him, but I wanted to give him a chance because you never know if your mind could change. That first date he surprised me. A lot.

He'd noticed me reading my scriptures outside every day, so he picked up on the fact that I loved being outdoors in peaceful settings, drinking in my surroundings. So for that first date we picked up P.F. Chang's, and he took me up a canyon to a beautiful wooded area and we had a little picnic. I was so surprised by how totally easy he was to talk to, and how I hardly knew him but still felt like I could say pretty much anything to him. I had a delightful time (I know, who says "delightful" besides 85 year old women named Etta? But it is the best word to describe it), and we ended up dragging the date on. After it was over, I knew I'd had a good time, but I still didn't really think anything would work out with us.

Holy cow, this "little background info" is turning into quite the story. I keep thinking of more and more things I have to tell you in order for you to truly understand the end of the story. Ugh. I'm a long story-teller.

Umm.. would you guys like to hear the whole story? I can break it up into multiple posts if so... otherwise I can just cut to the chase. Let me know, because for now I'm cutting to the chase.

Ahem.

He didn't really ask.
After a short speech and tender expressions of feelings he pulled out the ring and said, "I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You're gonna marry me." And he slipped the ring on my finger.

I laughed when he said that, and was about to respond but the ring totally and completely distracted me. Instead, my response was, "It's GINORMOUS!!!"

And for the next hour it seemed that "huge," "ginormous," "freakin' ridiculous," and similar words and phrases were the only ones in my English-freak-I-really-did-graduate-college-on-academic-scholarship vocabulary.

But I'm not kidding, people. It is freaking ridiculous. These pictures don't even do it justice.

Last night we had dinner with a bunch of Josh's extended family, and one of his little cousins said, "That's the biggest diamond I've ever seen!"

No kidding, man. I almost feel a little silly with this huge thing on my finger.



ALMOST.


I really am not trying to brag.
(Huh? I guess bragging just comes naturally? What does that even mean?)


Let's not even talk about the wedding band yet. (Oh my goodness, people.)

Okay, everyone, let's all be super impressed with Joshy's spoiling me. I made him wait a long ol' time and he still spoiled the crap out of me.

Side-note: I'm kind of worried as I post all this stuff because I'm not sure how many details are appreciated and fun, and when it starts breaching into annoying territory. So I'm gonna leave details at that. If you want more, just ask, and I'll happily oblige.