How We Met
It was a Wednesday, and classes at Georgia Southern had been canceled due to tornado warnings. I was at home when one of my campus tour guide friends sent me the most random message that read “Hey girl. Do you have a boyfriend if not I have the perfect guy for you.” A week later, Grantson and I went on our first date – a blind date at Olive Garden. He cut dinner short due to an intramural football game, funny enough. I wasn’t sure if I was into him yet, but it only took one more date for me to fall head over heels.
How They Asked
Despite the fact that I’ve been a dancer for 18 years, I’ve never seen the Nutcracker ballet until Grantson took me to the Fox Theater on Christmas Eve. As we were getting ready to enter the theater, Grantson stopped and pointed out a message on the marquee that read, “Sarah, Will You Marry Me?”
Next thing I know, he was down on one knee. It was perfect. So perfect that everything happened in slow motion, and I snatched the ring out of the box after what seemed like an eternity. I was a bit embarrassed after the fact, but that’s Grantson’s favorite part of the story.
