Still, many don't know the story of true love's first kiss. The young gentleman and young lady on a bright winter day in January went with each other to an artist's studio as part of their art studies. Little did she know that his plan was to take her to the place where they had first declared their feelings for one another after the studio visit. It was at the Lake of Utah that they had felt the stirrings of amore, and it was there that he planned to petition her hand in marriage.
The couple was supposed to meet the other students at a restaurant after the studio visit, but the young man convinced the young woman to take a detour to the lake for the purposes of taking photos of the snowy landscape. She suspected nothing out of the ordinary. When they got to their favorite spot and started hiking out to the shore, it became apparent that it would not be easy to reach their destination. The snow was deep and the going treacherous. They could not find the path that led out to the shore. The young woman, having taking some insulin for the anticipated food, was now feeling weak and in need of some sustenance. Luckily, the young man had a loaf of bread in the car given to him by the young lady's mother (he got it when he had asked the parents for their permission and blessing earlier that week).
They trudged back to the car to retrieve the loaf of goodness, with hope fading in the young man's heart of a truly romantical proposal. Not one to be discouraged easily in matters of the heart, the young man decided it was now or never, and stamped down the snow near the car, while the young woman ate delicately at the bread. He then asked her to join him, and when she was near his side, he knelt down in the snow and asked her to be his bride. Of course she was flattered, and though she had many suitors, replied in the affirmative to his request. Oh what joy filled their hearts!
They left and went immediately to pick out a ring that would most befit her delicate yet strong finger. Then, they went to ye Olde Spaghetti Factory at Trolley Square, and after dining went to the Church History Museum to take pictures of the prophet dioramas for their school projects.
They rest is history, though now you know...the rest of the story.
Photos circa 2004; Utah Lake, Utah
2 comments:
Soooooo sweet.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story!
Dad and I loved to read all the great details of your anniversary love story. We loved it. How romantic. . . especially having my home made bread as part of the story. I scored! All your pictures are great and so fun!! Thanks
Mom and Dad Pratt
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