The necklace.

Morgan proposed on November 17, 2008.

It was cold that night. I didn't put on a coat or a cute scarf or any of the necessary winter garments because we were, supposedly, hopping in and out of a warm car to get to FHE at our Bishop's house. Morgan opened the door for me as usual and I huffed and plopped in the seat, making it painfully obvious that I was unhappy. As I was busy sending negative vibes and annoyed glances, Morgan abruptly pulled the car over and cut the engine. He gave me a sheepish grin and kissed me on the cheek. And then he blindfolded me.  

Once I knew what was going on, I couldn't stop smiling. Morgan opened my door, lifted me out of the car, and carried me towards the proposal location (a park in Orem). I was freezing but I didn't care. I was about to get engaged! When he finally removed my blindfold, I saw it. The table was beautiful...there were candles, roses, fine china, and of course pizza. (Have I mentioned we are perfect for each other?)

Fast forward through a beautifully composed and well written song on the guitar, a near attack from a runaway German Shepherd, and lots of starting into each other's eyes, Morgan prepared our dinner. That was when I noticed the necklace. It was draped over the tablecloth by my glass and glimmered in the candlelight. It was simple. A pearl. A few little crystals. But I instantly loved it.

As I rushed to get ready for work this morning I thought of the necklace. I hadn't worn it in months and needed something to jazz up my outfit. After fighting the tangles and knots that is my jewelry box, I pulled the necklace out and put it on.

Turns out today is our 18 month anniversary. Oh how I love my Morgan. And my necklace.