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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Proposal
On January 12 Matty and I skied Alta- it's the mountain of his childhood and one of his most favorite places.
Some Background:
We met at a football game November 2006. (He also loves anything Cougar related). Shortly there after we decided to take a ski day together, at Alta. We had a great day and chatted continually. He was impressed by my ski skills and I loved the conversation and company. We talked about everything that day- his losing high school football team, childhood ski memories, life priorities - and on the way home we somehow stumbled onto conversation about names, which evolved into naming children. Being as prideful as I am about my Italian heritage, and a "daddy's girl," I told Matt that if I could, I wanted to name my future daughter Francesca, after my father. He, not knowing my father's name laughed heartily and told me that was a terrible name. I shot back, "well, I guess we can't get married." Matched in wit and speed of tongue, he said "We never were going to." It was all in jest, but I remember being surprised at how his comment stunned me- he hadn't even considered it? I returned home to Provo worn out and tired, collapsed on Kimmy's floor and said "I want him to be my best friend." One year later, he is.
Highlights of our year together:
1. Spontaneous trip to London for a weekend in February 2007.
2. Spa nights- complete with face masks and pedicures at his apartment
3. Ski days at Alta and Sundance
4. Sundance Film Festival
5. Trips to New York and Tri-Cities
6. Austria, Switzerland, France, England together in the summer of 2007
7. Thanksgiving in New York
Resume Story:
Yesterday was my first day back on the slopes, and after a few waist-deep powder runs my legs were shot. We dined on cheeseburgers and french fries- for those of you who know me well- it's a favorite meal. After lunch Matt convinced me to do one more run "TO THE TREES" (imagine him yelling that in an awkward, somewhat Russian sounding voice). On the lift ride I tried to bail, I'd take a groomer and he could enjoy the splendor of record snow fall and meet me at the bottom. He wouldn't have it. He took off through the trees and I followed. I found him a few yards later scattered and face planted in the snow.
** for those who haven't skied with Matty, he has near-perfect form, strong legs, and runs the mountain in circles, so a fall is highly unlikely. for those of you who know me, i'm just plain old impatient**
I waited, he didn't get up. I exercised patience- he didn't get up. I encouraged him to gather his things, he didn't get up. Clearly this was a legitimate fall that required some TLC from his "favorite person." So I clicked off my skis and walked over to help him. He was able to lift himself up to his knees, and with a serious look on his face, he launched into a soliloquy about how the past 12 months had changed his life. It dawned on me what MIGHT be happening here, so I gave Matt a shove with my mitten and told him to "cut it out" and get back up. He persisted. It wasn't until he unzipped his pocket and reached for a velvet box did I realize the reality of the situation. HE WAS PROPOSING. Now, for anyone who has been out of the loop, despite our year-long courtship,this came as quite a surprise. He asked me to marry him, (I think...
it was all so surreal I have trouble remembering EXACTLY what happened) and I said yes. He presented me with a GORGEOUS ring. It's classic and unique and totally me -he nailed it.
Anyway- I'm just writing to tell you that we're making this permanent.(You know my dislike for the m-word, which I'm getting used to, alongwith the f-word - fiance- the h-word - husband - and a few others I've managed to omit from my vocabulary.)
We're thrilled and excited and everything you should be when you're engaged. We don't have a date yet, but you'll know when we do. Thanks to all of you for your friendship, love and support. in so many ways, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
Some Background:
We met at a football game November 2006. (He also loves anything Cougar related). Shortly there after we decided to take a ski day together, at Alta. We had a great day and chatted continually. He was impressed by my ski skills and I loved the conversation and company. We talked about everything that day- his losing high school football team, childhood ski memories, life priorities - and on the way home we somehow stumbled onto conversation about names, which evolved into naming children. Being as prideful as I am about my Italian heritage, and a "daddy's girl," I told Matt that if I could, I wanted to name my future daughter Francesca, after my father. He, not knowing my father's name laughed heartily and told me that was a terrible name. I shot back, "well, I guess we can't get married." Matched in wit and speed of tongue, he said "We never were going to." It was all in jest, but I remember being surprised at how his comment stunned me- he hadn't even considered it? I returned home to Provo worn out and tired, collapsed on Kimmy's floor and said "I want him to be my best friend." One year later, he is.
Highlights of our year together:
1. Spontaneous trip to London for a weekend in February 2007.
2. Spa nights- complete with face masks and pedicures at his apartment
3. Ski days at Alta and Sundance
4. Sundance Film Festival
5. Trips to New York and Tri-Cities
6. Austria, Switzerland, France, England together in the summer of 2007
7. Thanksgiving in New York
Resume Story:
Yesterday was my first day back on the slopes, and after a few waist-deep powder runs my legs were shot. We dined on cheeseburgers and french fries- for those of you who know me well- it's a favorite meal. After lunch Matt convinced me to do one more run "TO THE TREES" (imagine him yelling that in an awkward, somewhat Russian sounding voice). On the lift ride I tried to bail, I'd take a groomer and he could enjoy the splendor of record snow fall and meet me at the bottom. He wouldn't have it. He took off through the trees and I followed. I found him a few yards later scattered and face planted in the snow.
** for those who haven't skied with Matty, he has near-perfect form, strong legs, and runs the mountain in circles, so a fall is highly unlikely. for those of you who know me, i'm just plain old impatient**
I waited, he didn't get up. I exercised patience- he didn't get up. I encouraged him to gather his things, he didn't get up. Clearly this was a legitimate fall that required some TLC from his "favorite person." So I clicked off my skis and walked over to help him. He was able to lift himself up to his knees, and with a serious look on his face, he launched into a soliloquy about how the past 12 months had changed his life. It dawned on me what MIGHT be happening here, so I gave Matt a shove with my mitten and told him to "cut it out" and get back up. He persisted. It wasn't until he unzipped his pocket and reached for a velvet box did I realize the reality of the situation. HE WAS PROPOSING. Now, for anyone who has been out of the loop, despite our year-long courtship,this came as quite a surprise. He asked me to marry him, (I think...
it was all so surreal I have trouble remembering EXACTLY what happened) and I said yes. He presented me with a GORGEOUS ring. It's classic and unique and totally me -he nailed it.
Anyway- I'm just writing to tell you that we're making this permanent.(You know my dislike for the m-word, which I'm getting used to, alongwith the f-word - fiance- the h-word - husband - and a few others I've managed to omit from my vocabulary.)
We're thrilled and excited and everything you should be when you're engaged. We don't have a date yet, but you'll know when we do. Thanks to all of you for your friendship, love and support. in so many ways, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
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