the proposal

Here’s Dallin’s take.

Here’s mine.

So it’s Valentines Day weekend. We’re in St. George.  Not gonna lie, I didn’t really know if I wanted to go to St. George.  Plus, Dallin had convinced me that he didn’t have the ring. (The only thing I wanted for the proposal was to be surprised.  And I said -don’t propose on Valentines Day.)

Valentine’s day I woke up to breakfast in bed. #winning

We had been hanging out with Dallin’s family all day Valentine’s day, going to the Parade of Homes and dreaming about our future houses. It was a blast, and luckily Dallin’s family is AWESOME and I love hanging out with them.  (They tell me the Morris family is like a small gang… so hopefully I can pass the initiation.)

We tried to talk wedding plans, but I kept saying… well we can’t make any plans until it’s official… cough cough.  Dallin just kept saying… Be patient!  The ring hasn’t gotten here yet!  The day it comes I will propose.

Well he had me convinced.

As fun as hanging out with the fam all weekend was, I kinda wanted to spend some time alone with Dallin, you know, for Valentines day or something like that.   So I told him that.

The next day after eating a delicious dinner at his cousin’s house, he’s like.. oh it’s pretty, let’s drive up to Dixie Rock.  I was pretty excited because a) we got to finally be alone for the weekend, and b), who doesn’t love a beautiful city view?  I really should’ve seen this coming, but since I had asked to be alone it really worked out for him, didn’t it?

We get up there, and it’s beautiful.  The city is all lit up, it’s cold so of course we have to hold each other really closely to stay warm, an the temple is just glowing.  THIS HOPELESS ROMANTIC WAS DYING AND STILL DIDN’T SUSPECT ANYTHING! #winning for Dallin, once again.

Heads up for major cheese.

We’re looking at the temple, and I’m whispering to him that someday we’ll get married there, and then he hands me a letter.  SO ROMANTIC, right? Yeah.  Because I love handwritten letters, especially from Dallin, because he writes beautifully.

It was funny, he hands me the letter, and we walk over to a more private spot and he turns away as I read it to myself.  It was a beautiful letter, and afterwards I kissed him and told him thank you.  And we talked about us, and where we had come, and how we couldn’t believe we were here, and all of this beautiful adorable stuff that really you all don’t need to hear, but I promise, it was good 🙂

It had been a while, so I was like, okay, let’s go back! I kind of looked the other direction for a second and when I turned around he’s on one knee and I see this sparkle out of nowhere and I was just like.

YOU HAVE THE RING?

and meanwhile Dallin is saying…”Emma Strong I love you so much, will you….”

YES I WILL MARRY YOU OF COURSE I WILL MARRY YOU I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD THE RING THIS WHOLE TIME  IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

Yeah, I said something along those lines.

And it was perfect.  It was perfect because it was just us, and it was beautiful, and it was romantic, and simple, and just how I wanted it.

And I get to marry the most perfect boy.  Really. He’s just so loyal, and kind, and handsome, and hilarious, and a hard worker, and tall, and a good cook, and he speaks Portuguese, and caring, and loving, and protective, and smart, and basically everything I ever wanted and more.

So kids, I’m just telling you… #relationshipgoals right here.

Thanks Mama Morris for probably my favorite picture we’ve ever taken.

Photo cred goes to McKall.  I couldn’t stop laughing and smiling and talking and blabbering that it was really hard to get a good picture.

But really, I am so happy.

ST GEORGE – MAY 2
ARIZONA – MAY 15 (or something like that…)

You better come and party with us.  There’s even going to be dancing.  And that’s a big deal for me.

Love,

Emma