So, first of all, I have news. After a long and involved war in the Krisis household, and probably our first REAL fight EVER(!!!), my husband has agreed to send me home to Utah a little earlier. This is a compromise so that he doesn’t have to let me go for two months in the summer. But I will be leaving Arkansas on December 8 and I won’t be back till January 3. Nate will fly out December 22-30 as previously planned. Am I excited? There. Are. No. Words.
Now, because Sue over at <a href=”http://borrowedlight.blogspot.com”>Navel Gazing</a> wrote about her engagement story, and now I have to write about mine. Our anniversary is coming up on the 6th anyway so it’s good timing.
I never in a bazillion years thought I would have a boyfriend, let alone get married. It took Nate FIVE DAYS to decide if we were officially boyfriend/girlfriend or not (and that was the most confusing and awesome and scary five days of my life) but finally he did. I remember freaking out after about a week of “going steady” or whatever the kids are saying these days, because I knew that if I didn’t break up with him RIGHT THEN I never would.
We’d been dating for about a month when we started talking about marriage, and our plans for our respective lives. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go on a mission or not (at the time I was 19, so I had a while to decide) and Nate said he didn’t want to wait for me if I did go on a mission. Jerk. I finally decided I didn’t *have* to go, and on May 6, 2006 Nate proposed.
We were reading the scriptures, and it was Nate’s turn. “I the Lord God said unto my Only Begotten–Kris, will you marry me?”
WHAT?! I’VE NEVER HEARD THAT VERSE BEF–oh. So we were engaged. For about a month. And then he took it back. Jerk.
And so we went from June-August not-quite-engaged, but still dating. I was giving him till our 6 month dating anniversary in September before I broke up with him. For the record, he still frequently apologizes for being a complete moron. All I’m saying is, it’s a good thing I wasn’t the person then that I am now, because he would have been dumped in two seconds flat if I was.
Anyway, August 5 he came over early in the morning and we talked (ironically) about baby names for about an hour. Finally he got quiet. I asked what he was doing and he said he was formulating a master plan. Thinking he was talking about a plan for the day, I was quiet. He asked me how many credits it would take me to graduate. Confused at how this would play into the plan for the day, I told him it would take me 18 more credits. He was quiet. I asked why he wanted to know.
“Well, how about you go back to school this semester and next semester, and then in April you graduate and we get married.”
What? Are you even asking? But I said yes, and on December 6, 2006 we were married by (my favorite ever) Bishop L. Woot woot!
Cute story – I am far too impatient, I would have broken up with him the first time. Good thing you didn’t! :> Hope you are feeling better – and yay for your trip!