Once upon a time, a journalism-studying girl went to an engineering party. Suffice it to say, she was pretty lost on what was going on…
Eventually, she found her way up to the kitchen where she also found a loaf of bread and some slices of cheese. Quickly, she did what was second nature: She got cooking. (For the record, the homeowners were happy about this!)
Before too long, a cute, pharmacy-studying boy also found his way over to the kitchen. Apparently he felt just as lost at the party as girl, but he seemed to also feel comfortable with her in the kitchen. So, the boy and girl got talking while some grilled cheese was cooking.
Even when the cheese ran out, the girl and boy kept talking.
Fast forwarding through a few dances, an exchange of phone numbers and a few dates, the girl and boy soon became inseparable.
This became especially obvious to the girl one December night.
The boy asked her to go to dinner near the place in Kansas City that they had finished the half marathon together. She figured the date would just be like most others: wonderful and special. But it was more than that…
It was a proposal.
She also couldn’t stop thinking about how much she wanted to shout, “We’re engaged!” Instead, she managed to remain a bit more civilized and just ask a group of people to take her picture with the boy.
“You asked the right people,” said the man she asked. “My fiance here is a wedding photographer…”
Once again, all the girl could think is, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
So the people took a picture on the girl’s camera.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world…”
The next hour was filled with happiness and phone calls. Lots and lots of phone calls.
The hour after that was filled with an excited recounting of the events to the boy’s family. Then there were more pictures…
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.