A couple people asked about our engagement story….well…here it (finally) is!  😀

On Saturday, February 26, we went ring shopping.  I couldn’t wait for the Pilot to get off work so that we could head over to the mall.  It seemed like the day was passing so slowly!  🙂  Finally, he was off work and we could start shopping.  I knew I wanted something small, princess cut, and not a solitaire.  At our mall there are about five jewelry stores….and about the third store I absolutely fell in love with a ring!!!  Nine small diamonds in the middle, with four smaller diamonds on each side.  After gazing at it for a long time we left the store and kept looking.  But eventually we went back and bought the ring.

The woman told us it probably wouldn’t be ready for several days.  On Monday when the Pilot and I were out together, his phone rang.

“Is that the jeweler?” I whispered.  Smiling and not answering, the Pilot finished his call and kept brushing off or ignoring my questions.

“Is the ring ready?”

No answer.

“Are we getting engaged tonight??”

No answer.

We were both so excited.

Because of various scheduling things, I knew 98% that he was going to propose that night.  Some people might think that knowing takes away from the specialness.  It didn’t.  I was absolutely beside myself with excitement all day.

The Pilot told me that he wanted to propose someplace that meant something to us.  I hadn’t told him, but for a long time I thought that a hike proposal would be wonderful.

“Wear lots of warm clothes, because we’re going hiking.”  One of the ways God had us get to know each other a few years ago was on our weekly hikes with a group from church.  Hiking was very influential in our relationship.  🙂

I went through my closet trying to figure out what to wear.  Finally I decided on a black skirt and green shirt, with the jacket the Pilot gave me for Christmas.   I was expecting “just” a hike proposal…but when he came to pick me up he asked if my “formal” black dress was ready in case I had to wear it later that night.

“Um…….yes.”  Hmm.  The man had something else up his sleeve.  🙂

As soon as we got in the car, he took a picture of me.  It was so sweet as he continued to take pictures throughout the evening to document the whole thing.  We headed out and he took me to Mt. McCoy, which is a well-known hill in our town because it has a giant cross on top of it.  In a few minutes…I knew that we were going to be engaged.  I couldn’t wait. We hiked to the top of the hill and caught our breath.

I was unbelievably excited.  I couldn’t believe that the day…the hour…the minute we waited for so long to arrive…was here.  In a few minutes I would be engaged to the man I loved more than anything.

A few minutes later he told me he had something to ask me.  The dearest man in the world told me that he loved me….and he knelt down and asked me to marry him.  The moment was rather a blur…but in the midst of the tears I said YES. He held up the ring and it was even more beautiful than I remembered. He put it on my finger, then stood back up and we hugged.

We were engaged.  Engaged.

Underneath the cross, we prayed together, thanking and praising God and praying for our engagement that we might come to be an accurate representation of Christ and the church.

We stayed on the hill for a little while, taking pictures, still absolutely thrilled and amazed.  Before too much longer, we headed back down the hill because he had dinner reservations at 8:30. We went back to my house, showed off the ring, I changed clothes….then we went to his house, showed off the ring, and he changed….

We headed back out…and I still didn’t know where we were going.  During the drive, I called my sister and two closest friends to tell them the news.

He took me to a place in Burbank called The Castaway. It was so nice. Our meal was really good…and it was so fun to just sit and talk with my fiance.  Our waiter kept announcing that we were engaged.  At the end of the meal, he brought out a complimentary cake in the shape of two hearts to celebrate our engagement.

We left there and went back to his house. I wanted to update Facebook and let the world know that the man of my dreams and the love of my life had asked me to marry him! When we got there, he said, “And the night isn’t over yet.” I was surprised…he still had more up his sleeve?? We updated Facebook….then he brought me back home. He went to his car and pulled out a dozen red roses. He is sooo sweet and thoughtful.

Everything was absolutely perfect. I love him so much and I am astonished that I get to be his wife for our whole lives. God is so good!!!


Our Story, Part 3


Shortly after that incredible peace, I had the sudden, calm thought….”The Pilot is just like the kind of guy I would want to marry.”  And that was that.  Not the kind of thought like before where I tried to grip my hands so tightly around what I wanted….but just….a matter-of-fact realization.

Little did I know that at the same time I was having such peace over our relationship…God was cementing in the Pilot’s heart that I was the one for him.  Three miles away, in his own house, a lot of thought and prayer was going on, too.  The Pilot knew he was interested, but he didn’t want to rush forward.

The summer of ’09 marked a big change.  I still didn’t know the Pilot’s thoughts…but I knew that for my life and sanity we needed to have A Talk.  I needed to know once for all if he was interested.  If he wasn’t…I knew that I would need to back off on our friendship.  For quite some time he had been my best friend….but as we got closer to each other I knew that there needed to be a limit to how close we got if there was going to be no official relationship between us.

So…..after prayers and tears, I sat down to type on AIM on October 20, 2009.  And thus began The Talk.  I pretty much asked him point blank what was up.  I could see the little gray box underneath the chat window that said “The Pilot is typing…”   Those words came up…and disappeared as he hit backspace…then came back…then disappeared.  I just sat there praying that no matter what happened, I would choose to follow God.  Finally the Pilot hit enter.  He said that he was indeed interested but he didn’t want to rush things and he wasn’t yet sure how to proceed, not knowing how I felt about him.

Both the Pilot and I did not want to go into a relationship flippantly.  For us, we knew that meant that once we started a relationship, it would be complete commitment.  After a few more weeks of thinking and praying about it, the Pilot talked to my Dad.  He didn’t just ask to get to know me…he asked to marry me.  The two of them spent several months talking and working together.  I spent those several months praying and trying to wait patiently.  In February, 2010, the Pilot and I started emailing back and forth.  We talked about many things…submission, the will of God, standards, etc.

On April 10, 2010, I went to a baby shower for someone at our church.  After chatting a little while with one of the ladies there, the conversation turned to marriage.  She asked me if I would ever consider trying eHarmony.  I wasn’t quite sure how to respond…..I knew I already had a guy…but we weren’t publicizing it until we had confirmation from Dad.  I ended up saying something like “I’m just waiting for God’s timing.”  Which was true.  I knew that Dad was going to give his blessing to the Pilot and I starting a courtship….I just didn’t know when.

As soon as the shower was over, I headed over to spend the afternoon with his family.  Sitting down on the couch, we talked about putting on a movie.  Before we put it on, though, the Pilot said he had something to tell me.  “This morning when your Dad and I met, he gave his blessing for us to start courting.”

I was in shock.


His smile confirmed.

I must have still been in shock, because all I could do was smile and say “Are you serious?” and try to keep my hands from shaking.

When we finally put the movie on, I couldn’t concentrate.  I kept looking at the man sitting next to me.  After all these months….  I think my smile was a permanent fixture on my face.

That evening as we were about to say good-night, we were talking about how it should be when we officially started courting.  After telling him that I wanted him to officially ask me, he said “Is tomorrow too soon?”  It sure wasn’t too soon!

The next day was Sunday.  At 3:30, the doorbell rang.  My hands were shaking, but once again my smile betrayed the fact that it was pure excitement that caused the shaking.  In walked the most handsome and incredible man with a bouquet of a dozen red roses.  We put the roses in some water.  And a few minutes later the Pilot asked me if I would court him.  I said yes!!!  Three times, to be exact.

It was official.  After all the years and questions and prayers…..the Pilot and I were courting.  We committed ourselves to each other for forever.

Sometimes the Pilot still gives the same smile he had on the day of the red wagon.  And I think of how incredibly blessed I am.  I have a man who loves God and who loves me.  All I can do is praise and thank the Lord.


Our Story Part 2

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While we joke that the red wagon incident is what started the sparks flying for both of us…that wasn’t really the beginning of it all.  In fact, I was quite terrified of The Pilot for years!

Our families were part of the same homeschool group for several years.  We often were at the same events, whether classes or park days or field trips.  Both of our families drove Ford Aerostars…identical in every way…except theirs had a small red stripe going around the side.  The stripe didn’t prevent mix-ups, however…which ended with one or more parties confused as to why their key wouldn’t unlock the van.

Eventually their family switched homeschool groups and our paths went different ways for several years.  When the Pilot and I were about 12, his family’ started attending the same church we did.  I still remember the shock I felt when I turned around and saw their family walk in from the back.

From then on, my terror of them began to dissipate.  We didn’t spend a lot of time together, but I knew that their family was great.  I always noticed that the Pilot was very down-to-earth and hard working.  He had his head on straight, as I put it.  Even though he was young, he worked hard at school and his job, working toward goals…qualities which can be very hard to find in young men these days!

Around age 16, the Pilot and I both joined a Christian Debate forum that a group of friends started.  The purpose of the forum was to talk about various issues that Christians face and discuss what our response as Christians should be to each.  For both the Pilot and I, the CDF (Christian Debate Forum) days were influential as we learned to think about what we believe and why.  It drove us to the Scriptures.  On the forum we participated in lots of the same discussions.  When we saw each other in real life, sometimes we would discuss what was happening on the board.  It was really helpful to hear from him what he meant by things, instead of trying to interpret his words and intents through the internet.

During that time, both of us “liked” the other…in the sense that there was a mutual respect.  I still knew he was a really great guy…but honestly I didn’t think I would be the one to marry him.

Life continued on.  We dissected a frog together in biology class in 10th grade, played handball together with a group of families from church, and went to each other’s high school graduations.  In the summer of ’08 we began hiking with our Tuesday Night Group (formal name for The Group of Families That Got Together Weekly to Fellowship).  I was going to hike Mt. Whitney with my dear friend J and some of her family, so we began doing small hikes on a weekly basis to help prepare.

Those hikes were great!!  Looking back, I see that those hikes were definitely some of the things that God used for the Pilot and I to get to know each other more as friends.  But at the time, I loved being outdoors, I loved hiking, and I loved the wonderful, sometimes deep talks I had with J or others on the trail with us.

In the fall of ’08, the Pilot and I started IMing on AIM.  That’s when we really started to become friends.  Later I found out that he first IMd me because he was wondering if there could be a future relationship for us and wanted to get to know me better.  During those first few months of IMing, I still just thought he was a great guy.  As I got to know him, though, I started to notice even more of his character.  He was a servant and he had an encouraging spirit.  Suddenly I realized…he was a really great guy.

Thus began the months and months of praying and praying and praying.  I didn’t want to run ahead of God’s plans, and I didn’t want to just get carried away with a frivolous crush.  Was it a crush?  Was it something more?  Was God going to bring us together?  At that point I still didn’t know what the Pilot thought about me….so I tried to stay neutral.  I didn’t want to get my hands in there and try to force something to happen if it wasn’t God’s will or God’s timing.  I wrestled for a long time…praying for patience, for contentment, for wisdom.  The Pilot didn’t help things, either…he kept being the most incredibly amazing man I knew.  Several times in the midst of my tearful prayers, I would ask, “Why does he have to be so amazing?”

I watched him interact with others.  I saw how he effortlessly became friends with new people and made them feel at ease.  I watched him step in and serve.  I watched how diligent he was with his many responsibilities.  I saw his joyful spirit.

Finally, God brought me to a place of complete peace and contentment.  I didn’t know what would happen.  I didn’t know if the Pilot was interested in me.  But I knew that God was in control.  I knew that it would all work out.  Beautifully.  For His glory.  No matter what happened.


Our Story Part 1


It was a sunny afternoon.  My little five-year-old self observed the history class that my sisters were in.  I sighed.  Glancing outside, the warm sun beckoned to me.  I fidgeted.  My eyes kept being drawn to the door leading outside and to freedom from the history class with all of the stifling names, dates and events.  Finally, I saw my friend, now the Pilot, playing outside.  We often played together while our siblings were taking the history class.  Tapping Mom’s arm and whispering my petition to exit, I was delighted when she said yes.  Slipping outside, I closed the door behind me and asked the Pilot if I could play with him.

For a few minutes, we played some running and chasing games, but I soon tired of it, since he was taller than me and could thus run considerably faster.  The Pilot got out their little red wagon and asked me if I wanted to take turns pushing each other in it.  I quickly agreed.  Why not?  Sounds like fun.  The Pilot climbed in first, so I gave him the handle for steering purposes and pushed on that little wagon with all of my might.  He barely moved.  “Faster!”  He said.  I tried hard, but without any luck.  Exasperated, the Pilot finally climbed out and told me to get in.  My five-year-old mind trusted him completely as I sat in the wagon and grabbed the handle.

“Now, Pilot,”  I lectured before he started.  “Do not go very fast, okay?”  I turned around as he promised that he would go slowly for me.  He had a mischievous grin on his face.  I again made him promise to push me slowly.  And slowly he went….for a few minutes.  Before I knew what was happening, The Pilot soon had me tearing around the backyard at what seemed a suicidal pace.  Terror filled my being as I clutched onto the wagon for dear life.  “Pilot!  Pilot!”  I screeched.  “Slow down!”  The only response from him was a laugh in my ear.  Not in the least heeding my terrified cries, he raced on.  I thought for sure that my last moments had arrived. Instead of him slowing down, it seemed to me as if he raced on faster and faster until we had far exceeded the rate of a train.  Never had I been so scared in my life!  I knew that I was going to die.

While I waited for the sound of a crash, my scream, and the thud of my little lifeless body hitting the ground, I wondered why my mom didn’t look out the window and see my plight.  The Pilot continued to speed madly around the yard.  With a one last, valiant effort, I let out a half-hearted, “Pilot!”  The pitiful tone must have made him realize his murderous speed, as he slowly brought me to a stop.  When the world around me stopped spinning, I saw the Pilot standing before me, laughing.  He helped me out of the wagon.  After I had lectured him severely for almost extinguishing my life, he apologized.

And that is my first memory of my Pilot.