In the Beginning

Six years ago, June 14th was a Saturday. The day started out with Erik and me helping my sister move out of my parents house. She was moving in with her BFF Mackenzie. I was taking apart a shelf and when I pulled out one of the plastic legs it hit me in the forehead and I sustained an injury. Nothing too serious, but there was blood and a I was left with a headache. I still have a scar in my right eyebrow from the incident. After helping Catherine, Erik and I went back to his apartment to hang out. We spent the afternoon flipping between SNLs (this was back in the day before E! had the exclusive rights and SNL could be found on at least one channel any hour of the day), watching a movie with Andrew McCartney, dozing on the couch, and making out.

After a fairly uneventful, but thoroughly pleasant afternoon, we decided it was time to get some dinner. We went back and forth and finally I picked Golden Corral. All that moving and kissing can wear a girl out and I had quite an appetite. After dinner Erik and I went over to Lake Johnson to walk around the park, which is something we had done often while dating. After walking for a bit, we sat down on a bench to rest and enjoy the scenery. While we were talking I picked up a stick and wrote E hearts E in the dirt. Erik said it was his turn and told me I had to close my eyes. When he told me I could open them, there was a message that said, "Will you marry me?" written on the ground. Then he got down on one knee, pulled out a ring box, and proposed. I, of course, said yes. For the next hour we sat on the bench, and all I could do was laugh because I was totally in shock that I was getting married. As a side note, I would not have picked going to Golden Corral for dinner had I known that I would be getting engaged later. The rest is our story. I just want Erik (and anyone who stops by) to know that I love him. He is a wonderful husband and father and I'm am truly grateful to have such a wonderful man to ride this rollercoaster of life with.