There's nothing less interesting than a happily ever after story, so I won't bother trying to dress it up: Jason and I got married.
First, he proposed.
The thought crossed my mind that it would be a perfect night to be proposed to, but I banished it from my mind. I knew the ring wouldn't be done until next week, and I couldn't face the disappointment, so I forgot all about it. And yet, looking back, there was a certain feeling in the air... (Nicky and Dad both knew Jason was going to propose.) Dad ironed my shirt while Nicky styled my hair.
Jason went home and Nicky and I celebrated. She brought bridal magazines, strawberries and chocolate, and sparkling cider. It was the perfect way to end a perfect day.
Dad told me that four months ago (end of January) he was really concerned about me. He prayed to Heavenly Father and this is what he said: "Heavenly Father, Jess is really struggling with her dating life and it's starting to affect her self-esteem. She has dated enough. If it be thy will, could you please send her a husband... like, now? Amen." Well, that month Jason got a strong prompting to leave the ward he was in and come back to the 18th ward, and the rest is history."
These past two weeks have been the happiest of my life. Jason lights up my whole world.
Once engaged, we planned our wedding.
I chose a dress. Jason bought a suit.
We found a venue.
People came to the wedding.
Some members of the wedding party were better behaved than others.
The end. Just another one of those boring happily ever after stories about a girl meeting a boy and then spending the rest of her life loving him.
Love always- Jess.
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