A stroll down memory lane…

5 years ago, Kabob and I were on an everyday date, driving around Austin while taking in the scenery and talking about who-knows-what.  We enjoyed a big plate of shrimp for dinner, and then we strolled around my alma mater, THE University of Texas.  We went up to a special little corner of the campus for me, a balcony on the 4th floor of the Student Union, where I would often go for alone time, to read the Word, or simply have lunch in solitude.  Not many people know this balcony exists, and I had shown it to Kabob on some other date.  After a few unintentional but misguided attempts to goof around while Kabob wanted to be smooshy and sentimental, he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.  And after a few solid minutes of uncontrollable laughter from the shock of it all, I said yes.  And in the giddiness of it all, we celebrated with ice cream at Sandy’s.

Three weeks later we boarded a plane for a month-long, 19 flight trip around the world, to research and pray over where God might have us live eventually.  Two weeks after that, we were in Florida, applying and then admitted to the company for whom we now work.  Five months and one day after Kabob’s proposal, I walked down a rain-drenched, muddy aisle in a white dress (and looking back, I think our engagement was about two months and one day too long).

I wrote this in my journal this morning:

Thank you, Lord, for calling us together, and for giving me the grace to step in faith and say yes.  He is not perfect, as am I, but I cannot think of anyone I’d rather do life with.  We are great together.  Thank you for a man that extends grace upon grace to me who daily cares for me (especially these days), and who is such a fun companion.  We have already walked through so much together; I can’t imagine what’s in store for us.  I love him, Lord.  Thank you for this gift. 

He is indeed quite the keeper.  And I am indeed still glad he asked.