As I said in my earlier post, I got engaged a little over a week ago! We have the best fairytale story, can't be topped. We met about two years ago in Albany, Georgia. I was going to school and living as a college student, and he was a missionary serving in the area for our church. I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but I can't. I still remember that first night, it was volleyball night, and I did find him attractive, but nothing more. We just talked to eachother when we ran into eachother nothing big. Eventually he got transferred to a small town called Thomasville, which happened to be my hometown. Even though we were nothing more than friends, (or so I thought) I was pretty dissapointed, but it faded within a few weeks. Whenever I went home for the weekends, I always made it a point to talk to this missionary, partly because he was a friend and partly because there was no one else to talk to in my ward. Eventually I moved back for the summer, and that's when I realized that I really liked this boy! I don't think I did too great of a job on hiding it. I knew he was the one, and I let everyone know, except him of course. : ) He still had a few months of his mission left, so patience was tested to the fullest! He went home to Texas on October 29th and I got a phone call from him on the 30th. After a few flights back and forth we decided a move needed to happen. So here I am, living with one of his sisters, Tiff and her family! She's the one that got me started with all this. After a few months of figuring everything out, I got a bright sparkly ring!
