Happiness is just outside my window

Word on the street is this girl's getting married. Want the details? Read on my friends. Read on.

His name is Preston Byron Alder. He's a Boise boy. I'm in love. You didn't know we were dating? You're not alone.  It all happened so quickly and so perfectly that it could be easy to miss so I'll make sure that doesn't happen.  Our engagement is as follows:

I was leaving for Hawaii in a couple of days and I obviously needed a new swimming suit. He was adamant that he go with me. I was adamant that he should not.  Seriously, who takes their boyfriend swimming suit shopping.  Better yet, who takes anyone with them when they go swimming suit shopping?  He won.  After he suggested that we go to Barnes and Nobles to pick up a gift for his mom for mother's day (my idea by the way). Well if you know me then you know any excuse to go to the book store is a good one even when I've demolished myself whilst shopping for that thing everyone looks flattering in...swim wear.  We walked in and immediately I was healed.  The smell of coffee, the sight of rows and rows of books, and the sound of Michale Buble singing in the rafters was the perfect medication. (Not to mention the handsome man who suggested we go was walking in with me.) We began perusing through the bookstore as one does on such occasions. I was finding my favorite books and smelling them (because I am weird like that) and he was looking for something "special" so we got separated. I soon hear my name being called from across the shop and he tells me to come look at this really cool book about tattoos (not even that cool) when he points to something on the shelf in the art history section (bonus points for placement). It's a cute handmade book titled "The Never-Ending Story" by Preston Byron Alder. I pick it up and look at him wearing a smirk on his face and I whisper (because it is a book store and squealing is usually frowned upon) "Are you kidding me?" He asks if I'm going to read it and so I plop down on a bench and begin reading the sweetest love story of them all--ours. Four chapters outlined the book.  The first chapter began with the first time we met at FHE and encourages all who are reading to attend FHE because it not only strengthens families but it creates them as well. ;) It goes through our courtship and things he loved most about all the time we spent together. He didn't miss a thing. Chapter two is title what I love about Reegan Lake. (That's me in case anyone was confused at this point in the story) Included are hand-drawn pictures of what he loves about me including my hourglass figure (awesome) and my ability to understand and watch sports.  (glad he enjoys them as well) Chapter Three is called why I want to marry Reegan and it is a tender and well-thought out letter about why he wants me to be his wife. The last sentence of the book is, "let's do this baby!" which made me giggle a bit on the inside. Chapter 4 concludes the story with three dots . . .

At this moment I thought I would look up and see him on his knee or he would propose to me there or something but no... Turns out he got a bit scared and there was too many people around (there was people there? I didn't notice...) So instead he says, "Well let's go buy this book for my mom." and we left. Cool. At this point I'm thinking maybe he was just being nice seeing how I was having a bit of a crummy day and I was satisfied with that. :) But then we got to my apartment and opened the door to my main man, Frank Sinatra, serenading us and a beautiful table set up with a nice tablecloth, a candle, some Parisian decorations and of course cupcakes! (Thanks to Bryce for setting it all up) It was at that moment I realized this was it, so naturally I buried my face in my hands and began to cry as any rational woman would do in my situation. I was just too darn happy. When I opened my eyes I saw the thing I wanted most in life--A man looking at me with love in his eyes (is this too sappy? I think not.) He was kneeling on one knee holding a box with my beautifully simple ring and asked me the question. I said yes of course and he slipped that ring on my finger and I haven't stopped smiling since. Frank continued to sing "love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage" as Preston and I danced the night away. We read the book together again and ate a cupcake and talked about what we would do if our kids turned out to be ugly.

And that is the over detailed story of why I am now on a search for which lighting this ring looks best in. 

Turns out happiness is a real thing people! But really I am happier than ever to be engaged to such a wonderful and worthy man. He is everything I could have hoped for and more and I cannot wait until we enter the temple and are sealed for time AND eternity. What a wonderful feeling it is. And so here we go. Let's do this baby.

Jealous yet?