Faith, Family

No, it was NOT eHarmony, part 5.

If you want to read part 4, please click here.

After that second date, in which Will told me he loved me and knew he was going to marry me, I had a lot to process (um, that was probably a bit of an understatement…).  I mulled over our time together, our phone calls, our emails, and did some definite praying.  A few days later, I found myself telling Will that I loved him too, a definite upgrade from my first response of “thank you”.  Will, to this day, jokes about when I first said “I love you” to him- I chose to tell him by phone because I didn’t want to wait for the next time we would be able to see each other (which hadn’t yet been determined), and he was apparently driving past a cemetery on the left and a Dairy Queen on the right.  So as Will puts it, “death on one side and sweetness on the other”.

Ha ha honey.

Anyway, the phone calls and emails continued, and pretty soon, we had scheduled our third date.  Since Valentine’s Day was approaching, we planned for Will to drive down the day before and stay overnight at my parents’ house (where I would be coming home for the weekend) so that we could maximize our time together and spend Valentine’s Day together.  Since our second date, Will and I had discussed marriage and even talked about the time of year we thought would be good for the wedding that appeared to be somewhere in our future.  My mom had overheard us discussing this once by phone when I was home for a few days for my internship, and pointed out that it would be wise for Will to formally talk to my dad if we were discussing possible wedding plans, even if it was off in the future somewhere.  Will and I both agreed, and Will decided to make things right by expressing his hopes and intentions to my father when he came down that Valentine’s Day weekend.

Will arrived that Friday afternoon and we planned to go to dinner with my parents so that Will could get to know them a little bit better.  Before dinner however, Will and my dad were going to have The Talk.  I will never forget sitting with my mom in the living room while Will and my dad talked in the family room.  You’d better believe I was trying hard to overhear their conversation, but could only catch bits and pieces.  And wow, was I nervous! After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, they emerged, and were smiling, so that was a good sign.  We went to dinner at a nice restaurant where no one that was employed there appeared under the influence of any drugs, and afterward, Will told me he had plans for him and I for the remainder of the evening.  As we walked to his car, Will asked me if I wanted to go talk a walk on the beach.

We headed over to my favorite beach and began our walk.  It was a beautiful night but was definitely on the cold and windy side, so the walk turned into a quick stroll and we made our way back to the car.  As Will started the car, he hesitated and seemed lost in thought for a few minutes.   He then asked me if I wanted to go to Walmart.

Wait, what?!? I am really NOT a fan of Walmart.  And wasn’t this supposed to be a romantic evening?  So really…Walmart?  He explained that he really needed batteries and a few other things as well.  Um, okay.  But, because I loved the guy, I went along to Walmart.  Besides, it was kind of funny, and it was worth it just to spend time with him.  We goofed off at Walmart for awhile, got the batteries, Will snuck up beside me at some point with a single white rose (that was admittedly very pretty, even if it was from Walmart), and we headed back to his car.  It was about 10:45pm at this point and as Will checked the time, he asked me if there was a pretty place on the way to my parents’ house.  I told him, nope, not really, other than the marina.  He asked me if I would mind going there, adding that he just wasn’t ready for our evening to end yet.  So off to the marina we go.  It was still a very cool evening, but was warmer at the marina than the beach of course.  We walked around on the boat slips and listened to the gentle lapping of the water and talked.

After the marina, we got back in his car to head to my parents.  As we drove into my parents’ quiet, out-in-the-almost-country neighborhood and were passing between two ponds, Will suddenly stops the car on the side of the road.  He points out that it is exactly 12am, therefore making it officially Valentine’s Day, and pulls out a box.  Then and there, he asked me to marry him.

The ring is beautiful, and has three clusters of diamonds.  The two clusters on the end have six diamonds in each, and the one cluster in the middle is comprised of seven diamonds.  As he proposed to me, Will explained that the ring was symbolic in that the two clusters of six diamonds (six being the number of man) were to be united with the cluster of seven diamonds in the center (seven being a number of completion/perfection, thereby a reflection of the Lord).  I was shocked.  Yes, I knew he had essentially asked my dad for my hand in marriage, but I wasn’t expecting an actual proposal for months!  But, instead of responding with “thank you” this time, I responded with “Yes!”

And of course, all the crazy stops at Walmart and the marina were made in an effort to get us as close to midnight as possible so he could propose on Valentine’s Day.

When we pulled up into my parents’ driveway and walked towards the front door, Will got down on one knee because he couldn’t do it in the car.  My sweet, crazy fiancé!   Despite the late hour, I didn’t want to wait to tell my parents so I gently woke them and shared our news.

So, yes, not only did we meet online, but we got engaged on our third date!  We were married seven months later.

When God brings you together with the one He has for you, you know it.  That doesn’t mean that everything automatically clicks in every way, or that you don’t have doubts from time to time, but it does mean that He guides you both along the way.  And because of that, the end result is nothing short of divine.

Faith, Family

How squid refreshed our romance

I have been MIA in blogland lately- between my daughter’s 2nd birthday and preparing for my husband’s 30th birthday that falls just 10 days later, February is a busy time.  Since I am fasting Facebook for Lent, I hope to have more time soon to write (and hope to write specifically on Lent and why I gave up Facebook!).

But for now, I just want to comment on the night I just had with my husband.  We went out on our first date sans children for the first time in a loonnnggg time.  Asher is now about 2 1/2 months old and it was strange leaving both he and his sister with my parents so I could take Will out for his birthday.  Strange, slightly anxiety-producing, and wonderful.  On Tracie Miles’s Proverbs 31 blog (, she has been doing a marriage challenge series.  It just so happens that today’s challenge was on finding time to play in your marriage.  I read this earlier today and recognized the truth in her thoughts on how important having fun with your spouse is, and how it is all too easy to let play go by the wayside as life gets busy.  Tonight, I lived that challenge.

I had been planning on taking Will out to dinner for his birthday, and what made this even more special thn the fact that we rarely go out (especially by ourselves), was that I was going to surprise him with a restaurant neither of us had been to before.  And that I would never choose for myself.  Family and friends that know me tease me about my “turkey and bread” mentality…that is, I was (and often still am) the girl that ordered sandwiches from Subway that consisted solely of turkey and bread.  No lettuce, no condiments, no cheese.  Nothing.  So I suppose I could be considered a picky eater (is that an understatement?).

Well, for all my family and friends reading this, guess where I took Will tonight?  Oh, you will never guess!  I, Mrs. Turkey and Bread, took Will to a Thai/Vietnamese restaurant.  Indochine is well-known in our area, but due to my dislike of anything other than your standard American or Italian fare, had never considered dining there.  But…I knew Will would probably love it (as he is far more adventurous than I) and I thought that I should try and focus on what he would want (meanwhile, I must confess that I did skim the menu online a few days prior to plan out what I thought I would be able to stomach).  And…it was amazing.

Not just the food. But being with him.  On a date.  By ourselves.  We had fun.

We laughed, we discussed serious topics and silly ones, we attempted to use chopsticks (okay, I attempted and failed, Will attempted and succeeded).  We tried new foods by ordering an appetizer sampler that rocked.  I did stick with a tried and true entree (sweet and sour shrimp), but the experience overall was so refreshing.  And it refreshed my outlook on our relationship and our romance.  I stared across the table at my wonderful, handsome husband, and fell in love with him all over again over calamari and chicken satays.  It was meant as a gift for him, but God used it as a gift for me as well.

I suppose marriage is supposed to work like that- when we focus on our spouse, it blesses us in return.  Sounds like what happens when we focus all on Christ…

And just for the record…tonight was not the first time I had had calamari.  I tried it for the first time in high school when I went out with a bunch of friends before prom.  So take that, turkey and bread.