There were a couple other cute ones as well.
Portrait and Quote Series – New Paintings and Prints
10 months ago
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Engagement Photos
There were a couple other cute ones as well.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Search Is On
Yes indeed, the search is on for decent married student housing. Today, Clay and I did a little apartment shopping around the south side of campus. We actually found one we really, really liked, in a complex that is called something like The Cami Lindsay. It's nice and well-kept, moderately priced, and the location is GREAT: right next to Brick Oven, so right below campus and a 10-15 minute walk to our classes! Awesome! I'm really hoping we get it. :)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Anxiously Engaged
After eight months of dating, Clayton and I are engaged! It's still very fresh, and super exciting, and since so many people are asking about how it happened, I thought I'd share the story here so anyone who wants to can read about it.
It all started back in April. I had just moved to Monticello Apartments after a period of time in a complex called Chatham Towne, which was nice, but in the end, not really my style. I decided a change of scenery was in order, and also a change of budget, since Chatham Towne is a bit expensive. In any case, Monticello seemed like a nice choice: across the street from campus, about $155 a month, and had a reputation for being exceptionally social. It's also right next to this sweet duck pond, which I'm pretty sure has a current population of about 6,000 ducks. You'd think that the cold (and passing cars) would have killed more of them off by now, but those are some resilient ducks.
Anyway, I moved into Monticello in April, set to start classes and continue working for the BYU Men's Soccer Team. I decided to join the intramural soccer team, after determining that I needed a way to both stay in shape and meet people in the ward.
We had our first game a week later, and I remember trying to learn a few names beforehand so that on the field I didn't embarrass myself by calling people the wrong name (even so I think I spent the first few games calling one guy Connor when his name was, in fact, Colin, but oh well). There was one guy playing defense that I didn't know, so I asked him what his name was. He told me it was Clayton. I introduced myself, and we kept playing. I think that I got a ride back to Monticello with him after the game, but the details are a little foggy.
Not too long after that, my roommate Jeannine threw a party for her boyfriend Jon in our apartment. As is often the case in Monticello, pretty much the whole ward was invited and was in our apartment at one point or another. I was excited, because it afforded another opportunity to talk to people. At one point, I recognized the guy from the soccer team named Clayton standing over by the stove eating some cake, so I went over to join him. We talked in standard BYU fashion for a few minutes (Where are you from? What's your major? Where did you serve your mission? etc.), and then he had to go. I remember thinking he was nice, and seemed funny and smart. I made it a point to get to know him better over the next few weeks.
After church the next day, we walked back together. Later on, after ward choir, I told him to drop by my apartment, because I had something to ask him. When he came by, I told him I was throwing a cupcake-and-movie party that night, and he should come, and invite his roommates.
Ok, so that was a total lie. I hadn't been planning some fabulous cupcake party, and he was the first person I had actually asked.
You may think that's pathetic, but it worked, so it's all good. He and his roommate Court came over later, and (after my apparently failed attempts to hastily invite a few more apartments) ended up being the only two who came. But that was fine. At some point Court had to leave, so Clayton and I had a chance to talk and get to know each other better.
We went on our first date not too long after that: Extreme Croquet at Rock Canyon Park with one of Clay's mission buddies, Lorrin, and his girlfriend, Amy. It was a blast. Lots of trash-talking went on between Clayton and I, but all in jest. At one point I jerked his mallet out of his hands and playfully threw it to the ground after he made a particularly brilliant shot. He laughed, and I could tell he got my sense of humor, and was DEFINITELY a good catch.
The next night we went to the ward bonfire together, and he put his arm around me. Something like two days after that, we had what I think was possibly the easiest DTR ever:
It all started back in April. I had just moved to Monticello Apartments after a period of time in a complex called Chatham Towne, which was nice, but in the end, not really my style. I decided a change of scenery was in order, and also a change of budget, since Chatham Towne is a bit expensive. In any case, Monticello seemed like a nice choice: across the street from campus, about $155 a month, and had a reputation for being exceptionally social. It's also right next to this sweet duck pond, which I'm pretty sure has a current population of about 6,000 ducks. You'd think that the cold (and passing cars) would have killed more of them off by now, but those are some resilient ducks.
Anyway, I moved into Monticello in April, set to start classes and continue working for the BYU Men's Soccer Team. I decided to join the intramural soccer team, after determining that I needed a way to both stay in shape and meet people in the ward.
We had our first game a week later, and I remember trying to learn a few names beforehand so that on the field I didn't embarrass myself by calling people the wrong name (even so I think I spent the first few games calling one guy Connor when his name was, in fact, Colin, but oh well). There was one guy playing defense that I didn't know, so I asked him what his name was. He told me it was Clayton. I introduced myself, and we kept playing. I think that I got a ride back to Monticello with him after the game, but the details are a little foggy.
Not too long after that, my roommate Jeannine threw a party for her boyfriend Jon in our apartment. As is often the case in Monticello, pretty much the whole ward was invited and was in our apartment at one point or another. I was excited, because it afforded another opportunity to talk to people. At one point, I recognized the guy from the soccer team named Clayton standing over by the stove eating some cake, so I went over to join him. We talked in standard BYU fashion for a few minutes (Where are you from? What's your major? Where did you serve your mission? etc.), and then he had to go. I remember thinking he was nice, and seemed funny and smart. I made it a point to get to know him better over the next few weeks.
After church the next day, we walked back together. Later on, after ward choir, I told him to drop by my apartment, because I had something to ask him. When he came by, I told him I was throwing a cupcake-and-movie party that night, and he should come, and invite his roommates.
Ok, so that was a total lie. I hadn't been planning some fabulous cupcake party, and he was the first person I had actually asked.
You may think that's pathetic, but it worked, so it's all good. He and his roommate Court came over later, and (after my apparently failed attempts to hastily invite a few more apartments) ended up being the only two who came. But that was fine. At some point Court had to leave, so Clayton and I had a chance to talk and get to know each other better.
We went on our first date not too long after that: Extreme Croquet at Rock Canyon Park with one of Clay's mission buddies, Lorrin, and his girlfriend, Amy. It was a blast. Lots of trash-talking went on between Clayton and I, but all in jest. At one point I jerked his mallet out of his hands and playfully threw it to the ground after he made a particularly brilliant shot. He laughed, and I could tell he got my sense of humor, and was DEFINITELY a good catch.
So, what are we?
Well, I like you.
I like you too!
Let's date.
Ok.
Yep, that was pretty much it. After having to be apart for two and a half months during the summer, which sucked, we got back to BYU for Fall Semester, and have been hanging out ever since.
As for the proposal itself, Saturday afternoon, Clay picked me up outside Helaman Halls (where I currently live as a Resident Assistant in a freshman dorm). He said we were going on a little drive. We arrived at Rock Canyon Park, the very site of our first date, and headed shakily up a hill of solid ice to a nearby picnic bench (not at all aided by the fact that I was wearing my new high-heel ankle boots, which I guess was poor foresight on my part).
When we got to the bench, Clay pulled a binder out of his bag. I had dubbed this binder "The Clay and Britt Files" and given it to him for his birthday back in September. In it were various journal entries I had written about us when we first started dating, some photos, stuff like that. He told me that he had updated it. Inside were a couple journal entries that he had written about us over the previous months, along with a ridiculous "quote wall" we had started of funny/ridiculous things we had said, and a list entitled "Things I Love About Brittany," which was really cute.
After the journal pages were a bunch of blank sheets. He asked if I knew what they were for, and I said I didn't. He said they were for all the memories we'd make over the years, and that he wanted everything that happened in his life to go into the Clay and Britt Files. That was when he got down on one knee, in the ice, and asked me if I'd marry him. I said yes, of course, and he put the beautiful ring on my finger, and now we are engaged! :)
So this blog will serve as a way for us to share the next little while with anyone interested in reading it, especially family members, since we have renounced our self-imposed status as the Worst Photo Taking Couple Ever and are determined to post lots of pictures.
Thanks for reading. More to come soon, I'm sure. :)
Britt
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