Bobby proposed to me on Thursday April, 21 2011. It was a perfect day and is my new favorite memory. The day before was my last day of winter semester. I finished my last final that afternoon, and spent the rest of the day counting down the hours until his arrival: 27. I was on cloud nine. It was springtime, school was over, my man was coming into town, and it was Easter weekend, . . . I can't remember ever being in a better mood. But I wasn't getting much attention from Bobby. We usually text all throughout the day, but on that day he was missing in action! I got one text that morning saying he was "slammed at work," and then another text a few hours later that asked what I was going to do to celebrate the end of the semester. I agreed that a celebration was in order and so I stopped by fashion place mall on my way home to Farmington for the weekend. There was this dress I had been eyeing at Banana Republic- I tried it on and sent Bobby a picture of me in it. "Should I buy the dress??" No response. I decided to hold off and not buy the dress, and instead bought an outfit for our date the next day. About five hours later, he finally responded, "Yes!! Buy the dress, I love it." But I responded that it was too late and that I had picked something else. He finally called me late that night to chat and it was a fun conversation. He was being more sweet than usual, but for some annoying reason we kept dropping the calls. I would hear weird noises cut into our conversation, and then all of a sudden Bobby would be gone and I would have to hang up and call him back. I thought I was in a poor service area, and so kept apologizing and saying things like, "Do you hear all those noises?? It sounds like other people's conversations are breaking into our line . . . ". He acted as confused as I was, but we kept talking. After only a short time, he started to yawn and explain to me that he had a long day at work and should probably get in bed. He also told me that his friend had a condo in Salt Lake that we could hang out at after he landed the next day- "and maybe dress up a little, I want to take you to a nice dinner." This was the first moment the idea that he might propose popped into my mind. I had been hoping the whole month of April that it would happen over Easter weekend, but I had taken much too long to pick out a ring and had to convince myself it couldn't happen. Just days before he landed, I was assured the ring would not be ready for at least four more weeks. I kept saying things to bobby like, "Dang, I wish we could get engaged over Easter!" trying to see if there was any way it was a possibility. There wasn't. I forced myself to completely put the idea out of mind . . . that was until he told me to dress up for a "nice dinner." But even still, I couldn't let myself get excited. I woke up Thursday morning at my parents' house to the following text from bobby: "Love!! I'm about to jump on a flight. Can you pick me up from the airport at 5:35? Bring a swimsuit and maybe some nice clothes/heels for dinner. Love you!" I couldn't wait to see him. But I had a pounding headache the whole day, to the point where I was nauseated. My mom was acting oddly concerned about my condition- "Take this pill, eat this soup" and finally, "you need to go take a nap. Now." I agreed. But before I went to sleep, I asked if she would call grandma to see if I could borrow her Lexus for our date. (I didn't feel like driving my 93' G20 Infiniti with no AC to a nice dinner). I ate my soup, took the pill, laid down and PRAYED my headache would disappear- I was so afraid it would ruin our entire night. When I woke up I was thankfully feeling much better. I went downstairs as my dad walked in the front door with Macaroni Grill leftovers of which I was so excited to eat. Then he told me he had brought grandpa's beamer home for me to take to pick up Bobby. With a surprised look on my face I said, "Well, that was sure nice of you!" My mom piped in, "Well you had asked for the Lexus, so I just called dad and told him to get the beamer." I was surprised they had actually taken action on my request! Then my dad proceeded to clean and vacuum out the car- a little odd, but again, how nice! I finally started the process of getting ready, and was reminding myself: "it" can't happen tonight. He's just landing, he hasn't talked to dad, the ring is not ready, he's not sneaky or creative, . . . it's simply not happening. On my way out the door my dad noticed I was more dressed up than usual and said in a more stern tone, "There's nothing crazy going down tonight that I need to know about, right?" My hopes that I had been trying to smother were officially dashed. "Well dad, if you don't know anything about it, then the answer is no." It was official- my dad was clueless which meant bobby hadn't asked him. It wasn't going to happen. I was sad, I can't lie, but was still so excited to see Bobby. I pulled up to the airport terminal and he came out with his suitcase and adorable smile. It was so wonderful to see him, and we were both so happy. He got in the car and we started our drive into Salt Lake. I was a little perplexed- Bobby had made it seem like he had a special night planned, but by the way he was acting and dressed, it felt more like we were on our way to a football game. I started to get annoyed. Why did he make me dress up and get me all excited for something romantic, while he is in a hoodie and jeans acting cocky and nonchalant?! He suggested we go check out the condo before dinner and just relax for a while and I agreed. We pulled up to this beautiful new complex downtown and pulled into the parking garage. As we worked our way up to the 6th floor, I was admiring my surroundings. I followed him to the last door at the end of the hall as he cracked it open. When he did I noticed a candle burning inside and wondered how it was these people left burning candles in their rooms! He opened the door wide and what I saw took my breath away. Candles lit, pale pink flowers everywhere, a trail of petals from the door to the main room, music playing, pictures of us all over, twinkle lights, asian lanterns, chocolates . . . all of it. We stepped in, closed the door, and hugged inside the doorway as I kicked off my heels. I was so surprised at how adorable he could be. I truly didn't think he had it in him to be romantic. I hugged and kissed him with a questioning look on my face and he explained, "I may not have just flown in." I was SHOCKED! Before I could start firing off the questions, he led me to the center of the room where a card was sitting next to a gorgeous bouquet of pink cabbage roses and pictures of us. He handed me the card and asked that I read it. At this point I was crying as I read and loved every word in the card. He started to get a little choked up as well as he told me how much he loved me. We hugged and talked, and over his shoulder I noticed the OC Tanner box sitting on a petal-covered pedestal across the room. He walked me over to it and had me untie the ribbon. He took out the box, knelt down, and proposed! I said yes right away and could not believe it was my ring! How was it done so fast?! It was so much more beautiful than I remembered. We had our moment, after which he told me he had another surprise. The MAN walks over and pulls a Banana Republic bag out from behind the couch and hands it to me. From the bag I pull out the EXACT dress I had tried on and wanted the day before!! I was freeeaking out! Perfect size and everything! It was the most adorable thing he's ever done. But I was so confused- I hadn't even told him what store I was in! "How did you find this!?" (He knows NOTHING about fashion/shopping/anything style related). At this point all my questions could no longer go unanswered. He told me everything. He had been on a plane all day Wednesday (hence the full day with no texting), had been talking to me from the Las Vegas airport Wednesday night (hence all the weird noises and him disappearing (flights kept being announced over the intercoms and he, being afraid I would piece it together, had to keep muting his phone! He said this was his favorite part of the whole thing; he was laughing hysterically to himself as I was so confused and apologetic on the other end.), he had gone to lunch with my dad Thursday afternoon (hence the Macaroni Grill leftovers which I ATE), had been setting up the condo all day with his mom and sister (hence the amazing proposal), and had his mom drop him off at the airport with a suitcase ten minutes before I pulled up to get him! As for the dress- after I texted him that I hadn't bought it, he immediately forwarded the picture of it to his sisters, "What is this dress?!" Luckily Sarah Jane responded, "It's got to be Banana or Jcrew." He went to Banana Republic the next morning and showed an employee the picture- "Dude, I need this dress, where is it", and the guy led him straight to it! Other details- my parents of course knew what was happening, which is why my mom was so adamant that I get feeling better, and why my dad was so nice about the car. After Bobby and I had a fun time relaxing at the condo and piecing together all the funny details of the story, I put on the dress, he got in a suit, and we went to dinner at the Grand America. It was a PERFECT night. Completely perfect in every way. Love him. Can't wait to marry him.