Roughly five months ago, my dad asked me if he could give my number to a guy at his work. He was a BYU student. An RM. A summer intern. Seemed like a pretty great deal!
His name is Joseph.
Well, Joseph asked me on a date. We went to dinner, walked around the mall, talked a lot, and that was it. But I just crossed my fingers that he'd ask me on another.
And another. And another. And another.
I learned that his favorite movie is LOTR, not just one, but all of them. I learned that he loved Adagio for Strings, and was in marching band in high school. I learned about his childhood, his teen years, his now years, and what he hoped for his future years. I learned his likes, his dislikes, and everything in between. And the more I learned, the more he became my best friend.
We took a personality test once, that ENFJ one... and scored exactly the same. Oh no, not just the same exact letters. The same exact percentages on each letter.
Before I knew it, I realized he was someone I wanted to be with always.
And he thought the same thing.
And yesterday he asked me to be his wife.
And I said yes.