On this day, 3 years ago...

Husband popped the question.

It was a glorious day.

Let me tell you our story.

It (February 16, 2008) started out like every other Saturday.

Lauren (my soul mate/roommate, meet her here) and I were getting ready for the day. She knew Dustin and I were going on a date to the Children's Museum, and that I knew there would be a surprise at the end.... but she was sneaky sneaky sneaky in her acting skills.

Dustin picked me up and we stopped at Ivanhoe's to grab carry-out for lunch. Deliciousness.

Then, off to the The Children's Museum. It was a BLAST. I love that place.

 We then ventured over to my favorite park, Garfield Park.

While we were there, we met this little guy. He was a little too sociable for my liking.

We stayed at the park until it was time for dinner in Zionsville at Stone Creek.

I. Was. Clueless.

You see, it was not out of the ordinary for us to spend Saturdays in Indianapolis or go out to dinner at new restaurants.

What was strange, however, was that Dustin said we didn't have time to go to Greenwood to see my grandparents. That was unusual. And NOT cool.

I knew my surprise was coming soon, so after we left the restaurant and Dustin missed the exit to go back to school, I got excited because I thought maybe we were going to go to Greenwood after all. I was wrong. (He was just so nervous he missed the exit.)

Once we got back to Marion, he pulled into the parking lot of College Wesleyan Church. This was such a special place for us; we worshiped there together, we served there together, and we felt like a part of the College Wesleyan family even though we were students.

As we walked in, I thought it was very strange the church was unlocked on a Saturday. I thought maybe Dustin needed to go pick something up for the college ministry we helped lead.

Instead, he led me into the sanctuary, which had several candles lit and had a pitcher, basin,  towel, and Bible in between two chairs. I began to get really excited as he sat me down, read John 13, and washed my feet as Jesus watched the disciples' feet. He talked about serving one another. And then said these words...

"So, this what I just wanted to talk with you about tonight. As we continue in our relationship, that we can serve one another."

That was it. Nothing more. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I legitmately believed he had just done all of this to have D.T.R. and I was not happy. I was so frustrated I pretty much missed the fact he had pulled out a little box that was hiding behind the basin and was down on one knee.

Then, I was speechless. No lie. He totally got me.

Then I shook my head yes. I think I maybe even said, "heck, yes." 

After a few minutes of processing, Dustin informed me he had one more surprise for me.

I walked out of the sanctuary, and was shocked to see many of our college friends and families. Lauren had orchestrated a surprise celebration. Dustin's family had come up, as well as our friend, Mark's (Lauren's boo), parents (who live in Marion).

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It was a sweet time of celebration.

(Until Dustin had to leave a few hours later to do Greek homework... yuck)

TA-DA!!!!

This is Lauren. Super-Roomie.

Love this guy.

The End.

Congratulations Bobbett!

In about 10 minutes Miss Laura Bobbett will be walking down the aisle to meet her beau, Grant Armstrong, to get hitched. I'm not there due to holiday conflicts and I am bummed. So let me tell you about my friend.


Bobbett and I lived one street over from one another in Greenwood. She went to Greenwood Christian Academy, but we knew each other from Kaleo at Mike Bandy's house on Friday nights when we were in sixth grade. She was funny, pretty, and there was this really cute guy that would always talk to her. Therefore, I was also slightly jealous. Anyway, at the end of sixth grade I moved. Bobbett moved shortly after. Due to a lack of cell phones, MySpace, and Facebook, we did not stay in touch. I wish I had a picture... and I probably do somewhere in the stacks, of us from 2000. It'd be classic I'm sure. 

Fast forward 6 years. I'm "networking" with my future peers at Taylor on Facebook. I come across Laura Bobbett, Taylor University Class of 2010. ::Insert freak out moment here:: Of course, I friended her, or she friended me, I can't remember which. To make it even better, we discovered we were going to be on the same floor (different wings), 6 or 7 rooms down from each another. AWESOME.

Our first silent night game... such freshman.

At one of my bridal showers

Bobbett and I enjoyed many polar pops and late night conversations together over the course of my abbreviated time at Taylor. I can only hope we'll end up in the same place again someday. She's fun to have around.


Congratulations, Bobbett! Best wishes to you and Grant!