Crimens and Grant

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How We Met

Grant and I met in college when we were both undergrads at Ole Miss. On June 6, 2011, I had begrudgingly agreed to third wheel with a friend of mine and her boyfriend to happy hour. Unbeknownst to me, I would meet my future husband that day.

Grant happened to be sitting two seats over from me at The Levee in Oxford, MS; he was visiting with a friend of his who was a bartender and knew my friend’s boyfriend so they struck up conversation. After looking over to see who spoke with such a distinct southern drawl, the first thing out of Grant’s mouth to me was, “WHOA! Your eyes are CRAZY colored!” I then proceeded to roll my “crazy colored” eyes.

We eventually starting talking to each other after his awkward compliment. Later that evening, Grant ending up tagging along with us to a different bar where we found ourselves swing dancing to every song that was played including Bone Thugs N Harmony.

The next day, I got a Facebook message asking me for my phone number. We made plans to have a date night that night where he made me dinner. That same first week, we had been over at his house when my back had a muscle spasm. Only having known me a few short days, Grant let me stay at his house and took care of me for 3 days when I could barely walk. I stayed on his couch and would bring me ice cream, make me dinner, make runs to the pharmacy, and even visit my apartment to get me clothes; I knew then that his kind and compassionate heart would sweep me off of my feet. After all of that, we spent every single day together that we could; Grant told me he loved me on July 12, 2011.

Over the past 5 years, Grant and I had our ups and downs like many couples. We had our years together and we had our years apart where we barely spoke. When he moved to Jackson, we lost touch and also dated other people. However, paths eventually crossed one weekend in 2013 and all the feelings that were once there reappeared for both of us just after a glimpse of each other. He reached out to me, we caught up and decided to give it another try.

Still unsure of a lot of things and where to go from there, we lost touch again but there was still a pull between us.

Fast forward to 2015 and that never-ending pull; we got back together, he dropped down on one knee, and I said yes.

I’ve known since 2011 Grant was the man I wanted to marry; lucky for me, I get to.

How He Asked

When Grant and I had gotten back together, I was still living in Oxford while he was in Jackson. There’s a two hour commute but I would drive down every weekend and every week Grant would drive to Oxford Tuesday nights and stay until Thursday morning. His job doesn’t allow Saturday’s off so we had to work with what we had.

On one particular Tuesday night in December, I had just finished my very last in class final at Ole Miss and it was my last night in town before moving to Jackson the very next day. Grant called and told me he was 20 minutes out and suggested we go have drinks to celebrate my graduating and (finally) moving to Jackson; of course I agreed.

Because finals were going on, the square was QUIET. There was no one walking around, no cars, we could’ve parked ANYWHERE. Well, Grant decided to park in front of the courthouse where a beautiful Christmas tree was lit up. I was a little annoyed because we had parked far from our original destination, but I went with it.

After putting on my lip stick and gathering my purse, Grant mentioned how pretty the tree was and that he wanted to take my picture in front of it. This is a common thing for Grant; he randomly takes pictures to send to his parents or whomever else so I obliged and smiled in front of the brightly lit Christmas tree.

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Once my picture was taken, G said, “Okay, now take mine!” When I grabbed his phone to take a picture, he smiled at me and said, “Just kidding,” as he dropped down to a knee and opened a black velvet box all while asking, “Will you marry me?”

I’m pretty sure in that moment, as my jaw dropped, I went stupid because then I heard him ask, “Well, will you?” very sweetly.

I quickly responded with, “Yes! Of course I will!”

After the proposal, the laughter, the hugs and kisses, and a couple of tears, we walked hand in hand to toast champagne. I was in such shock, I couldn’t speak; I was trying to soak in the moment and remember each detail. The man of my dreams asked me to marry him in the town where our story began and we revisited the very spot where we met. The entire night was perfect; I couldn’t imagine a more perfect, personal, and memorable way to say yes to my best friend.

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