Attention World and all the inhabitants there of! I want to tell you all about this shiney new rock I've recently aquired! It's not goddy or showy or obnouxious in any way, shape or form. It consists of a simple gold band with a single diamond in the center. the simple elegance of it amazes me! Only God could have provided a ring like this, and that's exactly Who it was. This ring came out of nowhere and even a certain young man had not seen it yet, when he slid it onto my finger. He had been looking all day at every jewlery store he could find, but all they had were those glitzy diamond peppered grandma rings that really look like they belong on a guy rather than a girl. He was frustrated that he couldn't find one of simple, delicate elegance. Then he had made up his mind to propose to me without a ring, and one showed up litterally out of nowhere. ...My dad handed it to him and basicly said, "Why don't you propose to my daughter?" He had no idea if I would like it, or even if HE liked it, If it fit, if it looked pretty, or anything. Turns out, every single one of those questions were answered with a yes! I love it, he loves it, it fits, it looks beutiful on my hand, and even though he offered to buy a different one later if I didn't like this one, that won't be necisary at all!

So all that jummbled bit of happy rambling to say, "Iza pwetty rock." *happy grin and nod*

Okay, details about my fiance and how we went from meeting to his proposal:

We met online, actually. We both got an account on a Christian dating site that neither of us liked, and it served a purpose neither of us really expected. I had a reason for being there other than dating, and since I had no intention of trying to atract a guy, I plastered my account with details about my dad being my God-given authority and protection. I made it extremely clear that I wasn't going to date, court or evn flirt with anyone that my dad did not check over and aprove. I thought that I was was being rude and obnoxious and that all the guys would be repulsed by this open disregard for their affections... All but one. :)

He sent me a message telling me he wished he could shake my dad's hand. He had never seen a daughter who loved and respected her father to speak of him in that manor. He asked permision to talk to me, and I told him that I wouldn't tollerate flirting or anything like that. He agreed and asked my dad's perision to talk to me, as long as we were understood friends. My dad wanted to get to know him first, and so I went away to a kids ranch for the summer while he and my parents emailed eachother.

After loooong drawn out details that include losing contact, finding him again and a few other things that I will spare you from, we finally agreed to begin courting a couple weeks before Christmas. We had devotions in the mornings and chatted in the evenings nearly every day until the 7th of march, which was spring break and he was spending it with us. I thought all we were going to do was see if we could stand eachother's company in "real life"... I guess we could, because we ended up engaged. lol!

The circumstances surounding his proposal were obviously orchistrated by God. My reserved and protective father actually grew extremely fond of him and offered me to him instead of waiting for him to ask, my conservative, protective friends all love him, my family loves him, HE loves my family, and when he couldn't find a ring, the perfect ring came out of nowhere! It fits my finger perfectly, it matches my body style, my color season, and it's just plain beautiful. My dad should be posting pictures of it soon.... Someday.... Maybe... Soon? *chuckles* You'll see it eventually.

The week he was here was really special... In a funny sor of way. Since the rules said that we had to stay in a public area where anyone could walk up on us at any given time, he had a hard ime being romantic! The night before he proposed to me, he had a very sweet poem he had been writing for years that he wante to give to me. The poem was beautiful! It elequently painted tapestries inside my mind as I read it. But the mood was slightly spoiled since Mom's classical music at the time was playing The Flight of the Bummble Bee! Exasperated, he just came out and told me he loved me. I gave him a great big hug, and one of the little guys walked up to tell him something about webkins. *laughing*

The next day he tried several times to ask me to marry him, but every time he would work up to it, someone else would walk up and start talking. I had no idea the emotional turmoil that this was causing him, obviously, because I didn't know he was tring to propose. But we went out to eat with some very dear friends, the Linzeys, who have known me since I was 5. Mr. Linzey took a liking to him, and whenmy dad took him aside and told him of Johnathan's delema of no ring, Mr. Linzey darted inside his house and came out with the one I now wear on my finger.

When we got home, my dad took Johnathan aside and gave it to him and put the ball in his court. Johnathan asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, which I did. We couldn't find a place to sit, so we sat on a hay bale outside the garage. We talked for a long time, and finally he said he had a surprise for me, but that it was in his trailor. So I waited on the hay bale while he dashed inside his trailor to *see if he could untie the rings*-Cough! I mean, get my surprise. :)

While he was in there, he looked around for something to give me that could serve as my "surprise" since that was supposedly what he went in to get. He thought about bringing me a coke, but he didn't want me drinking it when he asked me to marry him... So he came out and handed me a box of raisins. ...I was thinking... Raisins? lol!

Then, of course in the dark, I had to admit that I coud get the box OPEN. So he tried. He couldn't either. He flipped it over and and told him that if it opened like that, it would be the first box I'd ever met that opened upside down. He laughed and just chucked the box as far as he could! I was thinking, ooookay... Maybe that WASN'T my surprise. And then I understood it all when he slowly slid off the hay bale and onto one knee infront of me and said,"Kaytie, will you marry me?" Of course I said yes. :) Our witnesses were a dog and a cat. Which was NOT good for his alergies, so we had to go inside so he could blow his nose. *chuckling* It was also cold, and he gave me his scarf, which I now wear more often than my coat!

So there you have it, folks. We don't have a date yet, but I can tell you that it will be ASAP.