The moment we've (I'VE) been waiting for

Kevin done learned me how to fly fish. My Montana resident fishing license was about a third of the cost of Kevin's. He he. We went to a park in Anaconda that has a stream running through it so Kevypoo could give me some casting lessons. Then he set me loose on the stream.

This is me probably trying to find where my fly is in the stream. Kevin is the photographer, and is probably currently turned on by the fact that his girlfriend is fly fishing.
After Kevin accidentally caught two fish while trying to show me how to cast in a few different places, I gave it another shot. And boy oh boy, did I catch a WHOPPER!
No, it's not the camera angle. It really is that small.
Skipping forward to Sunday... I went to church with my man then we came home and made his famous lasagna. Here he is making the tomato sauce and breaking off pieces of fresh basil to put into the mixture. YUM.

This is how I like to say thank you for the meals he makes me.
Next came our Sunday afternoon stroll. The weather has been absolutely perfect here. Kevin gave me my very own copy of a bird guide for Western North America. I brought it with me on our walk and we saw some yellow-headed blackbirds, red-winged blackbirds, California gulls, mallard ducks, and some others. I have a lot to learn about birding. He looks at a bird and knows the species and gender right away, along with random facts about its behavior or migratory patterns. I look at a bird and say, "I saw some yellow and some black on it." That's all I got.

During our nature walk in Butte, we came to a gazebo just off the trail that was shaded by a bunch of trees and had a little stream running past. Kevin was standing behind me with his arms around my waist when his left arm disappeared. Ok, it didn't just spontaneously vanish. But that would have made for a pretty awesome story. He was hiding it behind his back because he had gotten a special something out of his pocket.

He took a step back and I turned around to face him. Touching sentiments were expressed. He got down on one knee... and tied his shoe. Then we kept walking. THE END.

Ok, I lied. He asked me to be his wife. It came as a complete and utter shock to me. I had no idea he was even thinking about marriage (not). I said YES. We rejoiced. Then we started getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and had to high-tail it out of there.

So Kevin has been torturing me for the past ten days or so since he got the ring ("his precious") and telling me about all of the people on the east coast who were getting to see my ring before he came out west to propose. Well now I carry the burden of the precious, a burden I bear with gladness.

It gives me special powers like being able to disappear when it's pitch black outside, or picking Kevin's nose.
I absolutely love it and can't stop staring at it. Even now as I'm typing this post, it glistens in my peripheral vision. Now I can finally publicly reveal the pictures I took of my ring when we chose it in Cedar City about two months ago. Stay tuned for more reports of bliss.