Saying good-bye to Scott after we had been dating for a month was so hard. We had spent so much time together, any moment we could get. And now we had to say good-bye. But not for long and now with amazing future plans.
Okay, let me backtrack a little because you need to know about a couple interesting events that led to a kind-of-but-not-so-secret engagement.
As I said, Scott and I were together a lot—whenever we could be. And our ward—our church group—started to notice. And they would question what was going on. Scott and I sheepishly told everyone we were dating.
One Sunday, we sat in sacrament meeting, right next to each other, holding hands. A few people noticed. I thought our bishop—our spiritual leader—saw us, but I later found out he had no clue.
During a meeting, or in the hall, or somewhere, he brought up my move to Michigan. I said, “I don’t think it’s going to be for as long as I originally planned.”
His eyes got big. “What?” he exclaimed.
I started to explain and he stopped me. “Wait. Come to my office after church. We’ll discuss then.”
So, I did just as he instructed. I showed up at his office and we started talking. He asked, “Why won’t you be staying as long as you planned?”