The first proposal.
There was a problem with our relationship. He wasn't coming back to our school next year and I was. I KNEW I could not do a long distant relationship. Remember the BYU guy? Ya. Still hadn't told him we were over.
I was too flirty. He was too flirty. Did I mention we were both flirty? As much as love is love...distance in our case would not be a good thing.
But gee whiz...marriage? I didn't even want to bring it up. We knew that it was where we were headed... but just like the conversation in the beginning of our relationship it was going to go one of two ways. I feared that distance would bring the break-up instead.
My birthday weekend was approaching. I would be attending our broadcasted General Conference and it was always the perfect time to sort out my thoughts.
I made a list. Questions I needed answers to and thoughts that needed prayerful consideration. I spent those Saturday meetings in spiritual solace--and so grateful for it. That evening I received my answer.
I would marry him...whenever that time came. I would stay with him regardless of distance and time. Rowdy was the one I wanted...and needed to be with. However, I knew that at that time marriage scared him more than it scared me (which seemed unbelievable.) There was too much to sort out in his heart. But I also knew I should just wait.
Late that night I got a call to come outside for a midnight rendezvous. I happily obliged, not telling him of my recent personal revelation. We sat on my quilt while he played his guitar. The moon was out... beaming silver light on the new Spring blossoms.
Suddenly the music stopped. He turned to me and in a whispering voice he said, "Marry me."
I pushed him away and laughed. "Oh come on," I said. "Be serious."
"Are you kidding? You don't mean that. It's April Fool's day, crazy man."
"I do mean it. Marry me."
"I think you need to go pray about it."
The second proposal
The next day I felt good. Sure of things. He was at least thinking in the direction of marriage and confident in us. I knew it would be a long time before that step was actually taken, but our commitment to each other in that moment was all that mattered.
I was studying for a one act play that evening when he called and asked if we could go for a drive. I told him I didn't have time...but he insisted and said I could study my lines by the river and he would just hang out.
The ground was wet from an early rain so he brought a towel for us to sit on. We sat on top of the picnic table (feet on the bench) and I immersed myself in my lines.
He suddenly said, "Can you put your lines down? I wrote you a birthday song."
OH! How sweet...of course.
He began to play. An oh-so-cute trendy song. My favorite lyrics for sure were:
When I kiss your lips
I can taste the ocean
Not that your lips are salty
But that I really like the ocean
But as the end neared I became confused. The lyrics took a turn...something about a question he wanted to ask?....
Before I knew what was happening he asked me to stand up (we were ON TOP of the picnic table, remember). He shakily handed me his guitar to hold and then on one bended knee he said,
"Carrie. I love you. Will you marry me?"
I guess he had prayed about it.
(the very bench-at a different time of year because one day I realized that I would want a picture of it)
to be continued...
( I found out years later that after the 1st proposal Rowdy spent hours out in his jeep with his friend Jason Hong who spent hours trying to convince him not to marry me. I could have slugged him when I found that out. After I did just that, Jason said, "Well, he had to be absolutely sure...so SOMEBODY had to be the opposition." Thanks, Jason.)