as many people will know from my mom's previous post, text messages, phone calls, and rumors, i indeed have a ring on my left hand. usually the best part of someone getting engaged is the story. this is the story through pictures minus the beginning where i was not going along with the plan and great measures had to be taken to convince me to go up to my apartment and find morgan on one knee when i opened the door at the end of this trail of firsts--the FIRST day of march, the FIRST time we played together, the FIRST time we met, the FIRST time we hiked the Y, the FIRST time we went to hawai'i together, and the FIRST time morgan actually enjoyed watching football and sang the fight song. and as morgan told me, this is the FIRST time we fell in love.