a story.

well dearest readers.



i have a story to tell. 
rewind back to  august 2011, i met a boy. a boy named brock.
i found him sitting on my porch. 
he belonged to my roommate (in cousin form).
he was funny. i laughed and that was that.
  


(next day). sundance ski lift ride. group event.
roommate states she has no room for me in her car. 
strands me on street and says "your ride is coming". 
brock = my ride.
cue what i loosely call our first date.
we chit chat up and down the mountain on a ski lift.
i was slightly intrigued.


this is when the story becomes a little fuzzy. 
you see, i start spending all my time with this boy named brock.
we become study partners, dinner dates, and road trip companions.
(i also become a faithful oregon duck fan, and a sideline cheerleader for intramural sports.)


(holidays 2011)
we take an adventure and meet the families. i was smitten.
back to school we go, to an even harder semester. my last one.
we still are study partners, dinner dates, and road trip companions. but add one more thing to the mix; i love him.


(march 9, 2012)
on the top of a ski lift, this boy named brock asks me to marry him.


i say YES!

dear readers, i couldn't be more thrilled/joyful/ecstatic.
brock is simply the best man i know.




until next time.


xoxo,
the newly engaged.