On April 3, my best friend asked me to marry him :)

Peter was at my house over Easter break, except that he had to go home on Good Friday to help with his church's Good Friday service. While there, he picked up a ring he had been looking at. Although he was originally going to wait until early this summer to ask me, he decided he couldn't wait that long; there was also the risk of losing it somehow in the end of school transition. Sometime during that weekend, Peter asked me if I wanted to take a walk with him Saturday night around sunset. I love walks, so there was no protest on my part. Saturday night after supper, I asked him if he was still interested in taking a walk. My brother's fiancee decided that was a good idea, so she talked him into taking a walk into the woods. Poor Peter. That was exactly where he was planning to take me. After a while, he suggested we take a walk through the field to Grandma's house. As we were walking out the door, he asked me if I had a small plastic container. Of course I was rather confused, so I asked him why he needed one. "I just do." Being the submissive person that I am, I brought him a plastic container. He responded by asking where the grape juice from the night before was. Naturally, I'm pretty suspicious at this point. A walk at sunset. A plastic container. Grape juice?? About this time, "He's going to propose!" started running through my head. I tried really hard to suppress the thought so I wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't. Eventually, it dawned on me that he could be planning some kind of communion to go along with the Easter weekend, but I wasn't thoroughly convinced. When we finally got to my Grandma's, we heard the sound of a 4-wheeler coming through the field. Another brother and his girlfriend were in search of gas. Fortunately for Peter, they didn't stay too long. Our walk found us touring the old barn at my Grandma's place. It is over 100 years-old - the framework being made entirely without nails. Peter finally found a place in the barn that suited him. He pulled out the grape juice and a slice of bread he had smuggled into his pocket somehow. He then proceeded to lead us in a very deep and meaningful communion service. Because it was so deep, I was pretty sure no proposal was going to take place. However, as he was on his knees talking about how Jesus washed his disciples' feet, he asked me if I would marry him. Of course I said yes!

Our date is May 21, 2011.