A Little Frosting...

So, I know this is a bit late, but this is April 15, 2011:

My day was pretty average to begin with. I went to work. I went to class. We turned in a couple of projects. It was good, and relatively routine. I spent some time with Alex, and I had been feeling a bit suspicious of a certain proposal...I was expecting that it would happen that night, but Alex assured me that it would be the next week (I didn't want to know, but he told me...and I believed him). I went on with my day feeling less anxious...and more sick. I had contracted an awful sore throat, and it was ruining my day. I sat at home for a few hours working on homework and tuning into my favorite show, House.

Robbie hadn't talked to me much during the day, but we had plans to go to sushi and $5 climb night at momentum that night. He did pass on the information that he had gotten permission to go early to the climbing gym for the same rate ( I thought this was a little bit weird...a weekend and Robbie was trying to get home early?), but I shook off the weirdness of it, and planned on going earlier.

He came to my apartment on the motorcycle and was REALLY excited to go...I just assumed it was because we hadn't gone for so long. Unfortunately, his excitement wasn't a remedy to my sore throat...so naturally, I was dragging my feet a little. I decided to change into another shirt, and for some reason thought I should iron my shirt. An ugly, neon-pink t-shirt. Anyway, as I was ironing, Robbie sat up from the couch and told me he hadn't checked the weather earlier, and it was going to rain. I wasn't surprised...Utah hardly has consistent weather. Because of the rain he wanted to take the motorcycle back to his parents and asked if I would pick him up there. I agreed and he left. I continued to take my sweet time. After feeling a little bit guilty for being so slow, I hurried to pick up Robbie and we made our way to sushi. I was quiet while we ate because talking was irritating to my throat, but it didn't seem to bother Robbie. We ate and left quickly, as my null effort to look decent had put us 'behind schedule'.

We got to the gym, and I made my way directly to the bouldering room...I am not the biggest fan of top-roping (I am a bit of a chicken when it comes to heights, and I haven't had a lot of good experiences with belay partners). I was doing better than I expected on the routes, which made me happy, but it wasn't quite enough to make me forget about my sore throat. Robbie ran off to get a drink and I finished another route while he was gone, but after the route I decided a little break might be nice. I was sitting on a foam cube when Robbie walked into the room holding up two harnesses, and a grin from ear-to-ear...top-roping. I did not want to top-rope...and I gave him a look that let him know it. Despite my silent protest, Robbie handed me my harness and told me he had picked a route for me to climb, and we could come back to the bouldering room afterward. We walked to a route on the smallest wall in the gym, tucked away in a corner near the wall of windows. I had the belay device and was planning in my head how I would get out of climbing it by making Robbie go first...and then he grabbed the ATC from my harness and told me that I was going first...my plan was immediately ruined. To top that off, Robbie asked what he was supposed to do with the rope...which made me imagine the long drop before my abrupt death if he were to mess up on belay...luckily he reassured me that he knew how to belay, but didn't know how to rope-up (I was a bit more comfortable with that...just a bit). So I roped him up and started the climb...still plotting to only climb a portion of it...until I reached a note, obviously from Robbie, tacked to the wall. I looked up to see a line of notes, evenly spaced, tacked until the peak of the route...my plans were falling through all sorts of holes. With the obligation to finish, I kept climbing. By the time I was half-way up the wall, I was tired, and began to shake (okay, maybe the shaking wasn't only from being tired...). After a bit of a struggle, I finally reached the top, and read the last note. I should have thought more of the whole gesture, but at this point, I had myself thinking that it was a cute gesture from my bit-of-a-romantic boyfriend (I blame my oblivion on my illness). Robbie let me down, and I said thank you. He gave me a kiss and a little remark...and then he lowered to one knee (I know, I know...surprise! Hahaha). I said yes, and sat down. My legs could hardly hold me up at that point, so on one of the most exciting and memorable nights of my life so far, Robbie's friend, Jeremy, photographed and video-recorded the proposal, while I sat on the floor. I was presented with a beautiful bouquet of peach-colored roses and took some time to admire my ring and my new fiancè (both of which are PERFECT) while I let my legs and nerves recover. I did not notice my throat for those blissful minutes:)

Robbie and I are going to be sealed for time and eternity in the Salt Lake Temple on June 24, 2011 and I couldn't be happier.

Oh, and I think I might have Robbie post his side of the story...it's a lot more funny. Haha.