After the summer ended, I transferred to BYU-Provo, and just like old times, Will and I were attending the same school. I worked on my journalism degree, waitressed at a Thai restaurant, and got to room with one of my best friends from high school. And best of all, I was busy loving Will.
I loved the way he teased me. I loved the way he was so openly opinionated. I loved the way he’d say “I love you” in that sincere voice of his. I love the way we’d dance goofy style. I loved the way he’d tackle me. I loved out wrestling matches in the living room. I loved the way he’d sing, “You are so beautiful” to me. I loved how he’d sometimes show up to my apartment in his jeans with a huge hole in them and slippers. I loved everything.
Will and I knew we wanted to get married and loved to daydream about our future life together. But we also knew that the soonest we could marry was in May when my parents and family were eligible for a government-funded trip to the States.
You can’t imagine my surprise when he proposed to me in November. I wasn’t expecting him to because by Mormon standards, a seven-month engagement is a long one!
“Let’s go do something outdoors tomorrow—a hike or something,” he said.
“Sure! That sounds fun. I have to take a test, but as long as it doesn’t take me too long, I’m game.”
My test took too long; or rather I took too long studying and made it to the testing center at the last possible moment. When I got home late that night, I could tell he was disappointed that there wasn’t time for an outdoorsy adventure.
“Promise me we can go on a walk or something tomorrow?”
When I got off work the next day, it was pouring outside. I was disappointed because I was looking forward to our walk and figured the weather was going to ruin it for us. On top of the downpour, I still hadn’t showered when Will came over. I was in running pants and a sweatshirt. My hair was in a frizzy ponytail state. But he still wanted to go, and I wasn’t about to break my promise.
The rain pounded on the windshield as we drove up the canyon. When he pulled into a parking lot, I was sure that we wouldn’t get out of the car. We couldn’t possibly be going out in that violent rain. But he still seemed to really want to, and I hadn’t showered anyway…I shrugged.
“Alright,” I said.
He smiled and hopped out to dig a blanket out of his trunk. We huddled beneath it and walked the short distance to Bridal Veil Falls.
“Here we are,” he said.
I looked up at the waterfall and remembered the last time we were there and how it was raining then, too. When I looked back at Will, he was on one knee.
“You are my first, last and only true love and I want it to stay that way forever…,” he said. “…I want to take care of you, Marie. Will you marry me?”
We were drenched, but I didn’t think of that. I looked uuuuuuugly. But I didn’t think of that either. I just looked into his beautiful and clear blue eyes and watched them tear up as he spoke, and I said yes.
We hugged and kissed and hugged some more. He put a CTR ring on my finger and told me he’d take me shopping so I could pick out my ring. And then he went looking for the roses he’d hid in the bushes several days earlier. He finally reappaeared with the sopping wet flowers, and with tears and raindrops on our cheeks, we laughed as we ran back to the car.