Let the Planning Begin

Sometimes I find I make a fool of myself when trying to mock certain individuals and their "injuries." I often find out, after I have been running my mouth, that the people around me were laughing at me rather than my joke. Let me shed some light on my Saturday night. I worked all day Saturday with plans to leave slightly early to be up at Weber State. Dewy text me about noon claiming he had just returned from the hospital where he had to get 8 stitches in his hand. He was going to eat some canned peaches, and in his attempt to open the can he managed to slice his palm open. Classy. Needless to say I may or may not have let some slightly mocking comments escape my lips. When I met up with him at Weber State sure enough his hand was wrapped in baby blue wrap. I was instructed NOT to take a picture because he knew it would go on the blog and he didn't want anyone making fun of him. I snuck one anyway. Little did I know he only said that so I would indeed snap a shot. He knows me so well. The plan was to head back to my house after the competition, but we needed to make a pit stop at his house first so he could "change the wrap" on his wound. We got to his house and he sprinted inside claiming nature was calling. I came in a few seconds later and Brandee (Dewy's sister) struck up a conversation about pictures for a few seconds before Dewy came and got me to change his wound. I cannot believe I didn't see it coming. We walked into his room where there was a whole little station set up on his night stand with gauze and wrap and scissors and pain meds... everything you would need if you got stitches. I sat down and ever so gently so as not to hurt the poor chap began to unwrap. It took forever. Anyway... after the wrap was off and all that was left was the gauze, I began to get the tools I would need to re-wrap it, completely leaving his palm covered by the piece of gauze. I reached back over to his hand and slowly, so as not to rip out any stitch that may be stuck to the gauze, peeled it off. There was no wound, there were no stitches, there was however the most gorgeous diamond I have ever seen laying in his hand sparkling off the light. My mouth dropped open, it's caught on tape and I look like a fool, and I stopped breathing for 3.47 minutes. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I just sat silently shocked bathed with euphoria that it was finally happening. Dewy dropped to his knee and said the most wonderful things which I will never post on a blog and ended by asking me to marry him. I sputtered out a yes just before grabbing his face and kissing him a good one. Then all of a sudden he says, "Jay, you can come out now." CJ was in the closet the entire time filming. I loved it. This picture is a reinactment... obviously. The very best part was when he told me about how he had asked my parents. The whole week he had led me to believe that he was trying to build the courage to go talk to my dad who on occasion is slightly intimidating. Little did I know that he had talked to my parents on Valentines. Once again... I was played like a fiddle saying things like I wouldn't marry him if he didn't so he better man up. Oops. Anyway... when Dewy came over on Valentine's to ask my parents for their permission and their blessing, he brought with him ten toy cows and claimed it was his dowry. What a creative little gentleman. My parents thought it was quite comical and apparently it broke the ice rather well. Needless to say we spent the rest of our weekend making phone calls, shooting text messages, visiting extended family, and enjoying the company of loving family and close friends. I still can't believe it's really happening. I have been in a daze the last 48 hours. Dewy and I are set to wed June 17, 2009 in the Bountiful Temple at 9:00 am. He is the man of my dreams, who asked the question of my dreams, taking me to the place of my dreams. June is not coming fast enough. I love you Dewy.