The Proposal

You will have to forgive me for posting more than once in the same day, but I am sitting in Florida watching the rain out my window and really excited to get this started. Jon and I have been dating for five wonderful months. He is selling security systems in Orlando and I couldn't stand the thought of being away from him all summer, so I came with. I have been here for two weeks today.

Last Sunday, May 10, 2009 was like any other Sunday. We got up, went to church, watched a movie and naturally fell asleep doing so. After taking a dip in the pool we went back to my apartment and were talking on the couch. I told him about Relief Society and how all the other girls had introduced themselves and said "and my husband is..." When it got to me I just said I'm Lenzi. It was quiet for a while. At this he told me I should have said, "and I'm marrying Jon". I told him I would have if I had a ring, but since I didn't that would have been awkward.

Up until this point, I had assumed that he had my ring somewhere, but wasn't positive. We had picked one out that was perfect, but I had no idea if was in Florida or still on the shelf in Utah. He confirmed my suspicions by asking if I wanted it. Now lets be honest, of course I wanted it, but I told him that he had to surprise me.

We went to a friend's house to roast marshmellows later that night. By this time I had put the ring out of my mind, not thinking that I would get it for a few days. After roasting, we went back to my place. As we walked in the door Jon turned off the light and just stood awkwardly in the doorway. I walked into the kitchen, put something on the counter and walked back over to him. He was being so strange, but I didn't really think anything of it. It was then that I saw the box sitting on the counter. I had walked right past it, twice. I was in shock. I had no idea that he would do it that night. After all, we had just been talking about it.

He slipped the ring on my finger and I haven't been able to quit staring at it ever since. I still gasp sometimes when I see it on my finger.

A Couple of Ski Bums

Jon and I met in the lift line at Park City. It was Christmas break and super busy. We were both teaching and it was my first day. My class was out of control and I wanted to quit and never come back. Jon and his class was in front of us and he started throwing snowballs at my kids. At first I thought this was cute, but after their skis all fell off, it was not so cute anymore. I was actually a bit frusterated and annoyed.

The next day, Jon was behind us in line. My class was much more well behaved this day. Jon had a class of older girls and was talking to them about Utah. I was eavesdropping and figured out that he lived in Provo and had served a mission. We got talking and he offered to give me a ride the next day to work.

From there, he gave me a ride for the rest of the week. He came over to watch a snowboarding video and I was pretty much hooked from then on. On our first real date, we got stuck in the mountains in his truck. I was so impressed how he handled everything. He kept calm and didn't say one bad word.

We spent all winter skiing and having fun. Somewhere in the course of three months I fell in love with this goofy snowboard instructor from Utah. I had all but given up on finding a nice, good guy and then along came Jon in all his ski bum glory.

Sometimes I am nervous that we are too much alike. For example we had both been saving our favorite t-shirts since High School to make quilts with. (And we did.) We both love to play and be outdoors. Oh and don't forget our love of capri suns and fruit by the foot. So random, but so perfect.