On Wednesday of last week Scott said to me, "We should go on a date this Saturday." I replied with, "A date? What's that?" I got to thinking I should probably take him seriously since we really haven't gone on a legitimate date (paired off, paid for and planned) in I don't know how long. And I had a suspicion that he might propose that day too.
Saturday rolls around. That afternoon, I asked him what the plans were for the evening. "I thought we could go to dinner and when then see what time it is and figure out what we are going to do next based off the time", he said.
"What?! I thought we were going on a date-- you didn't plan anything?!?", I said in a VERY frustrated tone of voice.
"Uh no, I didn't know what to plan. Should we just play tennis?"
"Scott, I am going to get all cute for dinner only to play tennis in 101 degree weather and sweat to death!"
"Uh okay, we don't have to play if you don't want to."
"Okay, thanks.", I say even more frustrated that he doesn't have anything planned which means he probably won't propose.
Dinner finally arrives. We eat and I am in a bad mood. We get back to my house, talk to my roommate for a few hours. He said to me, "It's 9 o'clock... we should just go play tennis... I haven't done anything active all day and I am not going to be able to sleep tonight if I don't do something." By this point I realize there isn't anything else to do so why not play tennis. I am still mad.
We play tennis. My makeup melts off but at least I beat him (for the first time ever, might I add). We end our game fifteen minutes before the court lights shut off. Everyone by this time had cleared off the tennis court. I was picking up stray tennis balls and make it back to where he is. He said to me, "Hey check out this tennis ball. It's brand new and it's already cracked."
I took a look and thought it pretty odd. Then I look closer and see that something strange is going on. The side of the tennis ball have the words, "SQUEEZE HERE" which I thought that was kinda weird. I examine the ball and squeeze where noted, lifting up the tear and exposing an engagement ring. By this point, my draw drops.
Scott drops to one knee, stares at me, and says "This is where it all started, where I fell in love with you. Anneliesa, will you marry me?"
I said no.
Just joking! I said yes with sweat dripping down my face... how romantic!
And that's the story.
We are getting married on January 3rd in the Mesa Temple.
Here are some pictures:
I am sweaty: