Let’s rewind three years and some odd weeks. I got a new message on Match. Something like this:
I admit I got scared when you said that you are a pastor so I shied away from messaging you before. (more words … conversation goes back and forth a few times) You sound like a very interesting person that I would like to get to know a little more. I hope I’m not being too forward, but would you like to meet and maybe do a fun activity – bowling? At the very least, we could walk away friends.
(Okay. The words weren’t something like this. Those are exact words. Because I still have the messages saved in a gmail folder. True story.)
Last Friday night, the boy that sent that message and the girl who received it got engaged. TO BE MARRIED. Here’s how it went down:
Three or four weeks ago, as we approached the third anniversary of our meeting at the bowling alley, Dave, out of the blue, asked me to go look at rings. My response? Wha – wait – WHAT? Silence. Smirk. Confusion. Hug. What?! Okay. YES. Insert many days of Lindsay thinking of nothing else and filling her Pinterest wedding board.
We went to look at rings at the local jeweler but nothing quite fit my fancy. (Quite honestly, they were too fancy.) Afterwards, we out for pizza at the same place we went three years ago. I have the split-screen photo to prove it. (Yes, I’m a sap.)
I found a few rings I liked online. Dave purchased one and it was shipped to his house via UPS with a signiature required upon delivery. Tracking information was delivered to Dave and, naturally, it was scheduled to be delivered while he was out of town for work. Practical people we are, I worked from his house that day and signed for my own ring. (Why not.) I promised him I wouldn’t open it; I put it in a drawer, and left.
I knew the first night I saw him once he was back in town it would happen. We both were excited – after weeks of knowing it was coming – to share the news and move to the next phase of planning. So after I got crabby at him because he was fiddling with his trailer so he could leave early the next day to pick up a pinball machine or two (A glimpse of married life to come?) … after we made supper … after it got really awkward because we both knew the moment was coming … after we started giggling … he asked me.
And that’s when we learned the jewelry store sent a 5 instead of an 8.5. Boo. It fit on my pinky. (It’s currently been sent away. One that fits should return next week. Until then, my hand feels naked.) We called our mothers, both of whom concluded the conversations by saying, “I love you both.” (Aww. Lovely.)
We’re looking at early summer 2018 in Wisconsin, meeting our families a bit closer to where they are. We are pretty darn excited.
there's no place like gnome. 
Yay! Yay! Yay! I love stories like this! Sounds a lot like Aaron and my own’s story, awkward-knew-it-was-coming and all. We will have to have you over to celebrate soon. Penelope has *graciously* volunteered her services as flower girl, if you are in need of one. And I, of course, would be tickled to help with wedding crafting. Yay! Yay! Yay! So happy for you!
You bet there will be wedding crafting to do! Thanks for sharing in our excitement!
#Dave as Molly would say! He has been a good fit, can’t wait for Dave to be a permanent fixture in our family! ❤ You are a lucky guy! And Lindsay a lucky lady! Sam even said, when we told him..oh! I like Dave👍it’s all good if Sam approves!
Excited!💍💕Congrats!
Yay! I’m glad Sam approves. 😉
That is a great story!!! I love it! He seems perfect and I know he is a lucky fellow. No more referring to him as”the boyfriend”. Now the FIANCE’! Who hoo!!! Congrats LInnie! Excited to follow your journey!
Well, if Sam approves it is all good!❤️
Aww, that is very cute and sweet! Of course I know Dave is very sweet and thoughtful from time to time! Very happy for you both! Love you! Can’t wait to hear more!