
On Friday James proposed. We've been dating for four months and I've fallen madly in love with the boy. He's the most wonderful person to come into my life and I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for James.
The proposal went off great. He took me to Flemmings for dinner. If you haven't been there, it's a great restaurant. We took our time and ate and talked for almost two hours. We had planned a walk for after dinner, but it was pretty chilly so he asked me to come back to his place to "watch a movie or something."

I had been suspicious when he took me to dinner, but those suspicions were solidified when we got to James's place. We drove back to his place and as he was walking in the door, he kind of blocked my view. When he opened the door fully, I saw that he'd decorated the living room. He walked over and turned on some music and had me sit down. We cuddled through about 40 minutes of love songs. The whole time, I could hear his heart beating so fast.
Once there were about three songs left, James asked if I wanted to dance. So we got up and danced with my head on his shoulder. The last song was Chris LeDoux's "Look at You Girl" (our song). I almost cried when I heard it. The song ended, James looked me in the eye and got down on one knee. He slipped the most beautiful ring on my finger and one syllable at a time asked for me to be his wife and to marry him for time and all eternity. I said yes even before he was finished. He took a long pause after

the word wife and I just thought he was done. I was so happy that I could barely breath. I'm still so happy that I can barely breath.