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Sandy Beach Reminiscing

My amazingly talented husband worked as a whitewater river guide in Moab during the summers while he was a BYU student. We got engaged on this beach twenty years earlier and this was our first time back to Sandy Beach since he popped the question. He was working in Moab while I was enrolled in summer school at BYU. I missed him so much, as we'd been dating all through the school year and spent nearly every day together. We'd write letters or call each other, then one weekend when I drove down from Provo to visit, he said he had a gift for me, but I had to wait to open it until we got by the river.

He had this huge box for me, gift wrapped. After opening the box, there was another gift-wrapped box. And another, and another, and another. It was like the Russian nesting dolls, with a smaller version nestled inside the larger one. As I was opening the boxes and as they were getting smaller and smaller, the thought crossed my mind, "Could this possibly be an engagement ring? Is he going to propose to me?"

As I got down to the smallest box, it was in a clear acrylic box and Kelly commented, "It's a Rubic's Cube!" At this point, it wasn't funny to me, because I had sort of assumed and hoped for the ring. Fortunately, it was, or I might have tossed the box into the river. It was a gorgeous evening just before sunset and he asked me to marry him and I obviously said yes.

We hadn't eaten dinner yet, so we drove back into town and there were only about two choices back then in Moab: A&W, which is no longer there, and the Taco Bender. So our choice for fine dining to celebrate our engagement ended up being A&W. All I really cared about was that Kelly and I were going to get married and I could not be more elated.

My girlfriend that had driven down to Moab with me got clued in from Kelly what he was planning, so she headed back home. Kelly and I drove to Colorado to see his family and to share the excitement with them. Yeah!!!!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Aaaaah, such a cute cute engagement! I'm glad y'all are still so lovey-dovey after all these years. I think Josh and I will be the same way. Moab....I have YET to go there! Sounds so fun.
Heidi said…
Great story! You guys are a really cute couple!

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