Once upon a time a boy met a girl.
They met through a friend (with quite a lot of funny details bundled up into that “meeting” which is their own story to tell). Then the girl sent that boy a message, which happened to come in right as the boy happened to be looking for a date for that evening.
So he asked her if she would come along.
The girl acted all casual and said “sure!”…not letting on that she actually had other commitments that she then proceeded to scramble to rearrange to make that date work.
And right from the start, the boy started smiling like he never had before.
After a while, the boy, liking the girl more than he could express, brought her home to meet his family. She fit right in and the whole family loved her right from the start. But as much as the boy’s mother loved this new girl her son had brought smack-dab into the middle of the little family kingdom she had worked so hard to create, this whole scenario put her on edge. She could feel the seriousness of that relationship in her bones. She knew that boy. Her boy. And she knew there was something different about this. Something solid and beautiful and good but something that scared her spitless. First of all, the boy was young. And the girl was even younger. There was so much schooling ahead of them, so many life decisions, so much to get to know about each other. And second, that boy was hers. Not someone else’s. And she didn’t think she could ever let him go.
At first that mother wouldn’t even talk to the boy when he brought marriage up. She would just give him her very most professional best effort to change the topic, and talk to him about study abroad or his major or how much money he would need to save before he should even think about that. But what do you know, that mom’s dad was right that last summer when he looked her right in the eyes and told her it wasn’t her decision.
All the while there was some interesting work going on behind the scenes. Or perhaps it’s better to say work from “above” the scenes, because surely it was the work of angels. Those angels blanketed peace over the parents of that boy.
Over and over again.
At random times and various occasions, at the grocery store and driving a carpool, in a work meeting or in an unrelated conversation. Layer after layer of calm settled in. And those parents gradually came to realize that the smile on their son’s face when he spoke of that girl was there for a reason. That girl was golden. She made their son’s heart shine. He needed her. And she needed him. Those parents saw the synergy of that relationship and realized that sometimes it just works to find each other when you’re young, and you can grow together in beautiful it ways. Those parents began to not only accept, but to bask in the the beauty of it all.
So, fast forward to last weekend when the boy took the girl of his dreams first to a session of conference:
Then went and changed clothes and headed up into the gorgeous Utah mountains for a picnic.
That cute girl of his was a little surprised he was so set on heading up there. Sure, the fall colors blanketing those mountains were calling to them, but 1) it was getting late, and 2) it was also cold. And once they got there, blanket laid out in that gorgeous spot, she also thought it was quite peculiar that he wasn’t eating. (The boy was never at a loss for eating :).
At some point, (I’m sure not very long after they arrived with his nerves bouncing all over creation), the boy knelt on one knee and pulled a diamond ring from his sock and slipped it onto the girl’s finger.
(As a side-note, the diamond from the ring was from his mother’s ring that his dad had pulled out of his own sock long ago…his mother loved it but hadn’t worn it for years since she preferred wearing a simple band instead. So when the boy asked the parents about that possibility, since he was their only boy, and they loved the girl he wanted to give it to, they decided they would be honored for him to give her to have that diamond. He got it re-set and in a simply beautiful setting and somehow it makes those parents feel even more connected and a part of it all.)
The boy’s family was in California for Fall Break when this was all happening. They had been talking through all the details of the surprise that boy was giddy to pull off, and were waiting anxiously for news.
And then this popped up on their family group message:
And then all the jumping for joy broke out, right there on the bay with a beautiful sunset as a backdrop. They FaceTimed that overjoyed couple and got all the over-the-moon-with-excitement details and everyone’s hearts were SO FULL!
They went back to the girl’s apartment where that boy had snuck in before and laid out all kinds of her favorite treats and some notes and pictures and flowers on her bed.
…I think we can safely say they were pretty thrilled.
They even went back to the mountains the next day since the boy’s sisters weren’t satisfied with the one picture they got 🙂
(sorry I have to put all those pictures in because I love every one.)
And there we have it:
The story of the joyous engagement of a boy and a girl who are madly in love.
When these guys decided that marriage was their next step Max knew it had to be December or June because of the upcoming volleyball season. They both thought long and hard about it, fasted and prayed and went to the temple, and decided December is what they wanted. I mean, if you know you are going to get married, you may as well just go for it, right?
So here we are, along for the ride! And oh boy, what a ride it’s going to be all wrapped up in the holidays! Every day I feel a little surge of crazy and joy… and peace, all mixed up together. Love you Abby, and SO happy and grateful that you’re joining our family! I am in unchartered territory, and apologize in advance for how strong my heartstrings to that boy are, but I can’t think of a better girl in all the whole wide world to share him with…and neither can his sisters or his dad 🙂