last night 5 years ago

I broke out an old journal of mine last night a re-read the story of how John proposed. I realized that it had been exactly 5 years ago to the day (I knew it was close, but didn't remember the exact date). Sure enough, August 31st. A date that changed my life and made it infinitely happier and better than I could've ever dreamed. I scanned in the journal entry and will post it for your reading pleasure. This isn't nearly as painful to read as the last journal entry I posted, but it's still a journal entry from my barely 21 year old self, and I still cringed reading a few of the details. But it's a good memory, so here you go.

Best parts:

*I got engaged in a cemetery. Awesome, right?

*The fact that 3 "ghosts of dating past" called me as I was driving home to visit my soon- to-be fiance. I blurred their names out here. It was the least I could do. *shameful cringe*

*John just pulling a huge candle out of his pocket and lighting it. Hysterical to me for some reason.

*John had the ring box in his sock. Also hysterical to me.

*I really was completely oblivious. Looking back, I should have known something was up, but John did a good job of totally playing it cool. I was so fooled.

Sadly I did not religiously tote around my camera then as I do now, so there are not any photos of this awesome scene. You'll have to use your imagination :).

the post where i lose all my dignity

Last weekend got me in a reflective mood. Valentine's Day was Saturday and then Sunday (February 15th) marked 6 years since the first time my husband held my hand. For some reason that day has always felt more significant of the two to me. Maybe it is because it was the first outward expression of the love that was growing between us and because I remember those butterflies so vividly. I pulled out one of my old journals from my senior year in high school and started thumbing through it to see what I had recorded about that day. Sure enough, there was a detailed account (4 pages) complete with the whole play-by-play of the night. I even had taped in the note that J handed me that night. I sort of cringed while reading it because it is painfully cheesy and full of the embarrassing phrasing of a 17 year old girl oozing over a boy. I decided to scan in the pages from that entry and post them for your entertainment, but please, if you choose to read them you do so at your own risk. They really are rather awkward, and the only reason I am not too ashamed to post them is because there is a good chance that some of your journals from high school sound eerily similar and it is kind of fun to laugh at ourselves and be glad we aren't 17 anymore.

Don't worry, I won't be posting any more entries from this journal any time soon. I don't think any of us could handle it.