No story for me yet!
Will come back to this when I do haha

I guess Mike liked me from the beginning (so sweet!), but I had no clue. I was going through a lot of stuff-—my mom was sick for a long time, and finally passed away at the beginning of our junior year—-so let’s just say I was “emotionally unavailable” at the time. But he just kept on being my friend and I never knew that he really wanted to ask me out.

Finally, toward the very end of our junior year, Mike and I started talking more frequently. I respected him so much; he was (and still is!) so intelligent, generous, funny, kind-hearted, a protector, a true friend, and above all, a godly, godly man.

He finally asked me out in April of 2005. We started dating the summer before our senior year (yes, it took me awhile to say yes…that’s another story!) and got engaged a year and a week later.

Then November 18, 2006, I walked down the aisle and have never looked back since.

I left for a 2 week training seminar with 10 other new hired college grads from my office and in the airport, this tall, dark and very handsome guy walks up with other people from my office. And what do I say, “You work in our office? I have never seen you.”

Well he had seen me. He had even seen my boyfriend drop me off at the airport. Two weeks later I knew I was in the wrong relationship. Two years later we were married. He actually told me on our first date (after I ended my other relationship) that he had butterflies when he was with me. I felt the same way. 11 years of marriage and 3 boys later, we are happier than ever!

Mine is a bit different.

The first time I saw my husband was when my mother was visiting my college congregation with me, saw him playing the piano, and pointed him out. Little did she know the bishop would ask me to be in charge of the congregational singing and make him the accompanist, or that I would think he was incredibly arrogant (thanks to his smug “There’s nothing in the hymnal I can’t play” comment; I love a challenge!).

For the next three years we were best friends. We’d talk about everything from family to dating to struggles in school, but we never went out. Imagine my shock when I came home a week after I’d graduated to find a note on my computer asking me to marry him. Our first kiss was a month after we were engaged. Friends who’d gone home for the summer called to ask if our wedding announcements were a practical joke.

Twenty years and four children later, he’s still my best friend and favorite accompanist (there has yet to be a piece of music I’ve placed in front of him that he can’t play).