Our story starts in September 2000. The choir I sang in at church was recording an album and in the middle of the recording I kept catching eyes with this guy that I did not know (it was kind of a big choir). Later that afternoon I went to the lake with some friends and I was telling one particular girlfriend about it and she encouraged me to journal the encounter. At first I thought it was weird, but the more I thought about it I figured I’d go ahead and do it. And that was pretty much where the story ends until 4 months later when this same guy (who I finally did officially meet) kept following me around like a little lost puppy. Just kidding! But he would walk me to my car after church and choir each Sunday and Wednesday. Finally he got up the nerve to ask me out. Our first date was February 3rd, we were engaged on April 3rd, married November 3rd. All in the same year. That’s the nice thing about meeting your mate when you’re older. When you know. You know. And when you’ve been seeking God’s guidance to finding your mate and there is a peace that surpasses all understanding then you never have to doubt whether you’ve made the right decision or not. The best was getting to announce our engagement to the choir the following Wednesday after the proposal.