happy in my heart.

Saturday morning on February 21st we woke up and got ready to go to Casa Grande for skydiving. I woke up feeling great, but by the time I was ready I had his overwhelming feeling of being depressed. Zack kept trying to see what was wrong, but I couldn't explain it. I just felt very, very down. Things lightened up a bit when we went to Casa Grande. We filled out the paperwork in the super tiny airport (smaller than the airport in Wings!) and met our instructors. They taught us about ARCHING. Kind of making our bodies into bananas with our arms crossed, hips forward and shoulders back. That's how your body is supposed to be when you first jump out.

So Zack and I get all strapped up in our harness. Then we walked out to the freakiest plane ever. It was brown, tiny, and duct taped to keep it together on the inside. Literally. The part we sat on had carpet thrown down on it haha. While we were up in the air we got strapped to our instructors and the instructors put on a glove that had a camera attached to it so they could tape us the whole time.

Guess who volunteered to jump first? Me, of course! I have never skydived before and I wasn't in the least bit nervous. Zack has gone once and his knee was jumping up and down like he was a little bit scared. So the door opened, I put my feet on the strats on the outside, and then we were off! It felt like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was like moving in slow motion, but with air coming at you so fast that you had to remember to breathe. I arched just like I was supposed to and then got tapped on the shoulder which was my sign that I could open my arms like a bird and kick my legs back as if I were trying to kick my instructor in the ass (his words, not mine!).

We free fell for a while and then BAM he pulled the parachute! That launched us back in the air way up almost back to the height we were when we first jumped. My parachute was red, white and blue. My instructor showed me where Zack was flying next to us. Because Zack free fell for longer, when they opened the parachute they were farther down than us so he landed first. I floated down and was worried about landing because they want your legs to be up like you are sitting on the ground and with the harnesses it is hard to lift them up like that. I landed on my feet my first try though which my instructor said was super impressive.

It's so cool because the instructor landed us RIGHT where he meant to, and a photographer was there shooting us landing with a getaway car. Zack came over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. Then we took some pictures. I told my instructor, who has jumped 9,000 times, that I can see how he could NEVER get bored of this. It was amazing.

I totally want to go again, Dani wants to go with me. Your second time it gets cheaper. It costs about $3,000 worth of jumps to be able to jump on your own, but I'm perfectly content with jumping while attached to someone who knows what they are doing. It was a great, care free feeling and I wasn't scared one bit. I loved it. What a great way to spend a six year anniversary!


Oh but wait, there's more.....


So after that we went home and showered and changed because we were covered in dirt from landing in the desert. Then we went to Wal Mart to buy the stuff to make my mom's birthday dessert- cookie tart! Which everyone was ridiculously excited about, lol.

For some reason again though I felt really depressed and anxious and we couldn't figure out why. So we went to my parent's house and I started making the dessert. I needed to know how much vanilla to put in the mixture and I asked Zack to pull the recipe up on his phone since my hands were covered in flour. Zack got super mad that I asked him to use his phone and kept saying "this is why I bought you an iPhone so you could use it to look this stuff up!" Well that got me fightin' mad because I just wanted to know how much vanilla to use! And Zack was like "Use a cup and a half!" And I was like "Do you want me to make everyone sick? You NEVER use that much!" I told him that he didn't even have to SHOW me his phone, just look it up and tell me verbally how much to use. Still he was all mad. So we went outside and I told him that I felt really anxious and stressed right then and that he could be a tad more nice. He agreed.

But I still wasn't feeling good. I took a valium to calm myself down and laid down for a bit which helped. My mom came in and laid down with me and we talked about how stressed I was from work and waiting to hear about school.

Then it was time for dinner which was my favorite, shish kabobs. Then we did gifts, and Zack and I got my mom Bare Esscentuals face make up and eye make up and a new eyelash curler because hers is older than I am and also a carton of cigarettes (even though I disgaree with supporting the habit!)

Then it was time for dessert and to play my family's new obsession: Catchphrase. Zack, Dad, and Dani and I were on a team and Brittney Mindy and Mom were on the other team. We played for like an hour- we get super competitive but it was lots of fun.

When it was Zack's turn during our last round he turns to me and was like "It's that question, you wanted me to ask you!"

Ok, I had no clue.

"Where the guy gets down on one knee!" (He got down on one knee, and we had been cheating the whole night using hand gestures so I didn't think anything of it.)

I guess at that point I gave my sister Mindy an incredulous look and then was like "Uh, proposal?"

"Yeah, so will you marry me?" And out Zack brings a giant box.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Was all I could say. He opened the box and there was the prettiest shiny I had ever seen.

"Well, YEAH!" I answered and gave him a ginormous hug. He put the ring on my finger and, just like that....

We were engaged!

My sisters and mom were all teary, but I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. We called everyone and my friends were all SCREAMING on the phone they were so excited.

We're getting married. Married. Married.

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