We Met Online: Last Post in the Series

In the last post, I shared about our decision to get married and the long-distance logistics that led us to set a wedding date before Peter actually bought a ring and proposed. In fact, we booked the church and I bought a dress first too!

Our proposal story has already been posted here.

Then I moved to South Dakota, and I officially started this blog on June 17, 2013 with a post called The Beginning.

That means we have basically made it to the end of this story.

March-June flew by pretty quickly in a whirlwind of resigning from my job, packing up my classroom and my personal things, saying lots of goodbyes, and wedding planning… Peter and I began to learn about give and take as we made decisions for the wedding. I gave him a church wedding, but I worked extremely hard to keep it simple and put my own spin on it. I used a picture of a tablescape from Pinterest to inspire my colors, and I ran with it from there…

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I found the picture of the table setting on Pinterest, and I have no idea who should receive credit for it. It inspired our colors. :)

Weddings are a lot of work… I mean, they are if you decide to be the bride, planner, florist, caterer, decorator, etc., etc., etc. I think I’m still tired and glad all of the decisions and work are done, but I’m thankful when I look back on our day. I remember feeling like it was going by too quickly. I didn’t feel like I imagined a bride would feel. I kind of felt like a little girl playing dress up.

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We tried to design our ceremony, not to point to us, but to point to the Lord and to be a time of thanksgiving, celebration, and worship. Even though this is the end of what we call “our story,” it was really just the beginning of our commitment to each other. We desire to love each other well and to honor, love, and serve the Lord together. I can’t think of a better way to end this series than with our vows. I heard them at a friend’s wedding and discovered they had been written by my pastor and edited just a bit. We didn’t change a thing. Today, they hang on our living room wall beneath our wedding photo to remind us of the story that God is still writing.

I, Peter, take you, Jamey, to be my wife.
I commit to love you as Christ loves the church (Eph. 5:25).
I will lead you by serving you, and serve you by leading you (Mk. 10:45).
I will encourage you to treasure Christ above everything else in this world (Phil. 3:1-10).
I will forgive you as Christ has forgiven me (Matthew 6:9-15).
I will care for you with humility, kindness, gentleness, and patience (Col. 3:12-17).
I will please you by putting your interests above my own (Phil. 2:1-11).
I will honor you with my purity (Hebrews 13:4).
I will join with you in the global mission God has entrusted to us (Ps. 67; Matt. 28:18-20).
I will sacrifice my life for your sake (1 John 3:16-18).
I will cherish you as a child of God (Gal. 4:4-8).
And by the grace of God, I will be faithful to this covenant as long as we both shall live (Gen. 2:22-24).

I, Jamey, take you, Peter, to be my husband.
I commit to love you as the church loves Christ (Eph. 5:23).
I will trust you by submitting to you (Eph. 5:24).
I will encourage you to treasure Christ above everything else in this world (Phil. 3:1-10).
I will forgive you as Christ has forgiven me (Matthew 6:9-15).
I will care for you with humility, kindness, gentleness, and patience (Col. 3:12-17).
I will please you by putting your interests above my own (Phil. 2:1-11).
I will honor you with my purity (Hebrews 13:4).
I will join with you in the global mission God has entrusted to us (Ps. 67; Matt. 28:18-20).
I will sacrifice my life for your sake (1 John 3:16-18).
I will cherish you as a child of God (Gal. 4:4-8).
And by the grace of God, I will be faithful to this covenant as long as we both shall live (Gen. 2:22-24).

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This is the eighteenth post in a series called We Met Online: Wednesday Series! Start from the beginning here, or you can also retrace the whole story here! I hope to write every Wednesday, using my old journals, photos, and memories to tell our story. I truly hope that it blesses you and brings glory to our Savior. Thanks so much for reading. Feel free to share this with others and check back for more soon! You can also subscribe to receive posts by email so you don’t miss anything!

We Met Online: Kinda-Sorta but Not Really Engaged

Can you believe it?!? We’ve almost made it to the end of the story… However, since these stories are leading toward my move to South Dakota and our marriage, perhaps we’ve almost made it to the beginning? Haha…

Quick recap: We met online. Emailed. Talked on the phone. Met in person with our moms. Talked on the phone. Visited each other. Talked on the phone. Chose to love. Talked on the phone. And decided to get married.

In fact, it was during my visit to South Dakota in March of 2013 when we officially started talking about a date for the wedding.

In comparison with the others, this trip really wasn’t one of our most adventurous. Because we lived so far away from each other, our dating relationship centered largely around vacations. This visit was probably our first that looked even similar to real life. Though I had an entire week off from school, Peter had to work. There were no holidays or large family gatherings. We didn’t do a lot of sight-seeing. (I’m pretty sure my first trip to the mall in Yankton doesn’t count as sight-seeing because there are only about three stores and a movie theater there. However, we did splurge and sit for a few minutes in the vibrating massage chairs right in the middle of the mall as the older people walked laps around us. I also may or may not have tried on something round and sparkly…)

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I’m not sure if we were more motivated to discuss marriage because of emotion or practicality. Each goodbye was getting harder, and the breaks between our visits were feeling more difficult. I was even toying around with the idea of moving to South Dakota whether or not we were engaged. I wondered if we were wise to make such a monumental commitment to each other before living in the same place and practicing some consistency. Regardless, I knew summer was approaching and I would need to make a decision about a job very soon. We had vaguely discussed a holiday wedding around Thanksgiving or Christmas, but I knew
1) I couldn’t get married on the same day as the Iron Bowl football game and
2) It felt silly to be a teacher and not take advantage of summer for planning and preparation.

Because I wanted a summer wedding, I basically told him that I wanted to get married that summer or wait a year. He really didn’t want to wait that long, so we needed to pick up the pace. I think that a sense of urgency hit home with Peter when I clued him in to some of the timelines necessary for planning a wedding. I was concerned that he was going to want to propose in June and get married in July! (Now that I think about it, this was an ironic concern since he was the one who wanted a wedding and I wanted to elope or go to the courthouse… Ha!)

When we began to think about dates, we started asking about a wedding in Alabama on July 27th because that was the day we spent together with our moms in the Black Hills when we met for the first time in person. Unfortunately, that was the same day that Peter’s cousin had already planned a South Dakota reception for his California wedding. This would mean that Peter’s uncle would not be able to officiate our wedding. We were also having a hard time working around Peter’s sisters’ busy schedules in New Mexico and Arkansas. It just wasn’t coming together smoothly.

Yet, we believed that God had brought us together and blessed us. I chose this trip as the perfect opportunity to share my favorite part of our story with Peter for the first time. I remember sitting side-by-side, placing my left hand on his back, and saying, “Peter, He knows your name.”

That was the crucial detail of confirmation. We didn’t choose to get married all because the distance became too complicated or because I needed to know what to do with my job. It wasn’t even because we were so googly-eyed or wanting to shorten the time to protect our physical purity.

We chose to get married because we believed it was God’s will for our lives.

“Falling in love” with Peter wasn’t only about feeling butterflies in my stomach or getting swept up in a romantic fairy tale. It was so natural. We fit together. We had peace. Little by little, we began to grow together. We were able to see how our similarities and differences showed God’s detailed design of balance, love, and delight. It truly didn’t take very long to just begin to feel like he was home for me. It was like he had been in my life all along.

That part still amazes me… I was that hopeless romantic Christian girl who looked for her husband at every youth group function, Christian camp, and coed Bible study. All of a sudden, I found him and it was the real thing. Three years ago today, we were strangers. Now we are husband and wife under a marriage covenant. That’s why I chose “Great is Thy Faithfulness” for his mom and sisters to sing at our wedding. I think it should be the theme song of our lives.

When I boarded the plane at the end of the week and turned my phone off, texts were flying to debate various summer dates. Little did I know, Peter also used this perfect opportunity as I was flying from Sioux Falls to Chicago to call my mom and get the ball rolling for his plans to fly down to propose. Then my mom had to LIE TO MY FACE for six weeks to keep the secret and help me wait. Who knew she was such a good actress? I hope she only uses this power for good and not for evil.

I’m glad she was able to see that we’re a really great match!

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This is the seventeenth post in a series called We Met Online: Wednesday Series! Start from the beginning here, or you can also retrace the whole story here! I hope to write every Wednesday, using my old journals, photos, and memories to tell our story. I truly hope that it blesses you and brings glory to our Savior. Thanks so much for reading. Feel free to share this with others and check back for more soon! You can also subscribe to receive posts by email so you don’t miss anything!

We Met Online: Valentine-ish

When I returned to Alabama after Christmas break, Peter and I began to go through one of the toughest points in our dating relationship. At that time, the Lord had opened the door for me to begin taking classes for a PhD in Early Childhood Education, so I was teaching full-time, taking graduate level classes in Statistics and Research, working on a tedious teaching thing called National Boards, and trying to maintain a relationship from a thousand miles away.

It didn’t help that after my Christmas visit, we had no concrete plans for our next trip. As opposed to the Great White North which apparently has no spring break because spring doesn’t come until mid-May, Alabama gets a full week off of school in March. It was obvious that I would fly back to South Dakota at that point, but two and a half months of winter can wear on the soul and the heart.

I thought I could be strong and patient, but that didn’t really happen. On February 3rd, I booked a flight from Huntsville to Omaha, Nebraska for February 15th-18th. Omaha is only about two and a half hours away, and flights are occasionally cheaper than into Sioux Falls. However, no one warned me that winter isn’t the best season to ask someone to drive a couple of hours away at night to pick you up at the airport.

Peter had just gotten his new Ford Fusion, and I was already on the ground at the airport as he got into Omaha. As he started to get into the city, the weather changed rapidly, and he began to see cars sliding on ice all over the interstate. I did my best to wait patiently while he navigated the city that is only somewhat familiar to him. I felt guilty for putting him in danger, and I began worrying about our drive back north if he ever made it safely to pick me up. I’m sure relief washed over my face when I saw him walk into the airport holding flowers and a sign that he had drawn for me with a cartoon sketch of a boy and a girl talking long-distance through cans attached with a string.

Even though it had been a long six-ish weeks since we had seen each other, I instantly felt better as soon as we were together. I think this time was really when we started to feel the strain of the distance. We were 100% tired of our phones. It was so good to reconnect and rediscover our peace and the ways we calmed each other. We still deal with this periodically when we are too busy to spend quality time together.

We need each other. :)

Here’s a picture with the flowers he got me for Valentine’s Day.

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After he picked me up, we avoided the interstate until we got out of that area, so we took the scenic route through the dark. I was so relieved that Peter is accustomed to winter driving. Just ask him – I tend to panic about it. If I had it my way, I would stay home any time it snowed if I didn’t have a crazy thing called a job. I definitely have high hopes of becoming a “snowbird” someday!

The weekend was a quick blur of cold weather, but the highlight was most definitely a trip to Mitchell, South Dakota to see a state icon: THE CORN PALACE!

Just call me Vanna White!

Corn Palace

Corn Palace

This building is a large venue, and all I can remember is that Peter says they host basketball games inside. The special part is the outside which is decorated each year with murals made of corn. We definitely don’t have that in Alabama!

When Peter took me back to Omaha to fly home on Monday, I remember stopping in Sioux City, Iowa for Chick-Fil-A. It was the perfect send-off and would become one of my favorite places in just a matter of months. It’s kind of shocking to realize that we said another goodbye on Monday, February 18th, got engaged May 4th, I moved up in early June, and we were married by the end of August.

When you know, you know, right?!?

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Embracing Marriage: Remember

When it comes to marriage, after recently celebrating our one-year anniversary, my husband and I are babies. In fact, because we met only two years and four months ago, we haven’t even known each other very long. When people ask about our anniversary, I keep exclaiming with a fist-pump and a smile on my face, “We made it!”

Most days, we feel pretty new at everything in our lives. For me it’s a new state, new region, new climate, new job… For both of us it’s a new church, new role as homeowners, new family, new friends, new joys, and new challenges.

That’s a lot of NEW.

Our anniversary weekend was much busier than we might have otherwise chosen, as many events and opportunities piled up into a two-day period. All within about 48 hours, we had to choose between things like a wedding and reception, a free multi-day Christian music festival, visiting with family who had come from out of town, watching the opening day of college football season, going with family to the state fair, AND celebrating our anniversary. It’s like we had too many blessings to try to receive and enjoy in such a short period of time.

And let’s just say I don’t always handle stress, pressure, and over-loaded schedules with a calm sense of grace.

However, my favorite moment of the entire weekend came unexpectedly on Sunday – our anniversary. On a random trip to Walmart that was not originally scheduled in our plan for the weekend, my husband surprised me by pulling off at a state park where we had gone on one of our first dates. We’ve been there a few times together over the last couple of years, hiking to the top of a large hill to look out over the landscape. Bringing our Bibles to share a devotion together. Taking our dog for a little adventure and exercise. This beautiful site holds special meaning for me in particular because it was on our first visit there, holding his hand and walking back down the path to return to the car, that I felt the Lord show His love for and intimate knowledge and understanding of me in His detailed design and plan for bringing us together.

This time on our anniversary, we didn’t climb to the top. Instead, we remained in the car, looking at this place from a distance. I don’t know if he planned it ahead of time or felt inspired in the moment, but my husband used that place to challenge me to remember our year together.

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We Met Online: Christmas Break

Well – here’s the deal…

As you know, I have been trying to tell the story of how Peter and I met online and God led us step-by-step to trust Him and join our lives together forever and for always.

Now I have officially run out of detailed notes and journals with a play-by-play of our visits and the ways our relationship continued to grow. Luckily, there won’t be too many more posts in this series. I visited South Dakota for Christmas break in December/January, Presidents’ Day Weekend in February, and spring break in March. (I’m starting to feel like things were a bit one-sided! I guess teachers really are blessed with our time off of work!) Then we got engaged in May (and you can already read about that and watch the video HERE), and I moved up in June. I feel like I can wrap all of this up over the next four weeks… Just be aware – the next few posts may feel a little more rough around the edges as we rely mostly on memory and pictures on our phones and on Facebook to retell our journey.

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Thanks to the blessing that is Gmail (in which you basically never have to delete any emails), I was able to find my flight itinerary to remind me that I flew to Sioux Falls through Chicago on Saturday, December 22nd and stayed until Tuesday, January 1st. For anyone keeping track, that means that I once again used every spare minute of my school break to visit the man that was captivating my heart! (Also, because our relationship involved a lot of flying and was very EXPENSIVE, I decided to get as many days out of a trip as I possibly could!)

My family was incredibly supportive through it all… Instead of insisting that I spend the holidays with them, they knew it would be best for me to spend as much time as I could getting to know Peter. Growing up, I was often the girl at the sleepover who was tired of my friends by supper time, so my parents knew it was pretty significant that I wasn’t quickly growing tired this boy.

I guess it’s probably a good thing that I can’t remember every detail of this eleven-day visit…

“Ain’t nobody got time for that!”

So here are a few highlights:

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Peter had a wonderful idea to expose me to real sledding for the first time ever! While growing up in Alabama, we occasionally got snow a couple of times each year, but each snowfall typically resulted in a light dusting or possibly an inch or two that melted by lunchtime. (It still blows my mind here to see children suiting up in full snow-gear and playing on a mountain of snow and ice at recess. Anytime the meteorologists predicted snow in our area, schools would close to keep buses off the roads. I didn’t have close neighbors, so I don’t know much about playing in the snow with anyone except my immediate family.) Anyway – back to the story…

Peter took me to a hill on a minimal maintenance gravel road, which means it doesn’t really get taken care of or plowed. One side of the hill was much longer and steeper than one might expect on the South Dakota prairie, so we stuck to the bunny slope side with the gentle incline. I was still a little intimidated that I might crash and burn. Our dog Crockett (who I claimed as my own by that point) was pretty timid about jumping into or out of the bed of the truck, but he had fun running and exploring nearby us as we played. Peter was fearless and would take running starts to fly down the hill on his stomach. I started from a sitting position, pushed off with my hands, and kind of putt-putted along until I started curving and going off track. It was fun to try something new with Peter there to help and encourage me!

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I also tried to fully embrace and enjoy my white Christmas in other areas as well. Peter’s mom went all out with her Christmas decorations for me, and the old-fashioned large bulbs on the fence line by the horse barn were the icing on the cake! We saw a lot of snow in Des Moines, Iowa on the day after Christmas when we went for a day trip so I could meet Peter’s aunt and cousins. (I have no idea what’s up with my chicken legs in that picture… These southern legs don’t feel stable in snow yet.) I also made him take my picture with a huge pile of snow that had been plowed into piles in a grocery store parking lot. I wanted to make people at home think we got that much snow!

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We enjoyed a wonderful evening having dinner at Uncle Charles’ and Jan’s house. I really enjoy spending time with them because they have such calming spirits. We also went to the Strom family Christmas gathering and took a picture with Peter’s grandmother Josie.

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It was interesting to experience Christmas traditions that differ from my family. We usually do a relatively small Christmas and do very little on Christmas Eve. Peter’s family fully embraces Christmas Eve with a church service in the evening, driving to look at Christmas lights, eating egg bake that night, and opening gifts before bed. Dorothy gave me a very special jar that had been a gift to her years and years ago. Peter surprised me with an SDSU (South Dakota State University) t-shirt and a GORGEOUS and fancy pearl necklace. (I surprised him eight months later and wore it on our wedding day.)

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You know what else we got for Christmas? SICK. Extremely sick. Curl up in the bed for days and blow your nose in front of each other repeatedly sick. Go nowhere but to sleep on New Year’s Eve sick. Can’t you tell??? This is one of our worst pictures together, but you can see the necklace.

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And THIS is one of my favorite pictures of us. It’s so completely accurate.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (even if it’s only September right now!)

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This is the fifteenth post in a series called We Met Online: Wednesday Series! Start from the beginning here, or you can also retrace the whole story here! I hope to write every Wednesday, using my old journals, photos, and memories to tell our story. I truly hope that it blesses you and brings glory to our Savior. Thanks so much for reading. Feel free to share this with others and check back for more soon! You can also subscribe to receive posts by email so you don’t miss anything!

Recent Goings On

I had a comforting conversation tonight with a wonderful friend that God knew I would need as we both embrace the role of outsiders attempting to blend in as South Dakotans. After years of school, school, and more school, she has recently become a Physical Therapist and entered the full-time job world. We were both lamenting our exhaustion and lacking motivation to do anything productive or helpful to others after spending hours being alert/knowledgeable/positive for patients and students all day. We asked each other, “How will we ever balance work with kids???”, and unfortunately, we did not receive any divine revelations with the answer.

Does anyone else worry that our society is missing something through all the hustle, bustle, and go-go-go?

I’m wondering why we haven’t fully embraced the concept of a daily “siesta.”

Peter and I have spent the last couple of months in a whirlwind, and I’m sure I will adamantly disagree in February when the temperature hasn’t risen above freezing in approximately 87 days, but I am almost looking forward to winter. What do you do when the sun is only up from 8-5, it’s literally below freezing (and sometimes below zero) outside, and there is snow on the ground?

You rest.

Amen.

(Hence the winter weight that became summer weight and will soon be fall weight. Yikes.)

So in light of the fact that we’ve been too busy with very little to show for it, here are a few glimpses into our recent life via the pictures on my phone.

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We sat in the rain at an outdoor Christian music festival.

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We got a fire pit, but it’s still in the box.

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I made really cool notebooks for my students.

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This is what I do all day.

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I found this on Twitter and needed it. It’s our only hope.

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Fall came for a brief and beautiful preview. (And supposedly western South Dakota got a winter storm. In early September. Crazy.)

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Yep. That’s the bottom of a shoe. I know it seems silly, but it’s really exciting to find great shoes at a consignment store and to discover that they look like they’ve never been worn.

Don’t worry. With these temps, I’m already breaking them in. :)

We Met Online: Thankful

After we met online, November 2012 was probably the best month of our dating relationship because we got to see each other twice… I visited South Dakota around Veteran’s Day, and Peter must’ve decided he liked me and really wanted to see me. He quickly booked his flight, and I was shocked to realize he loved me so much that he was willing to miss the holiday with his family AND fly practically across the country and back (from Sioux Falls to Denver to Huntsville) by himself to see me!

It’s amazing how much effort we put into dating! Peter actually flew after work on Tuesday during the week of Thanksgiving and arrived at the airport in Huntsville, AL around 10:30 that night. After we drove a little more than an hour to get to my parents’ house, we were excited to see each other but truly just ready for bed!

Bless his heart, I know he must have been exhausted, but the next day I put him back in a car and made him ride two hours northwest to spend the day with my mom and Granny in the area we affectionately call “North Alabama.” This actually encompasses the general area around Russellville, Muscle Shoals, and Florence, Alabama, and it’s where we lived until I was ten. Both of my mom’s parents grew up there, so we had lots of family and memories to share with Peter. This is where he got his first taste of delicious southern fried catfish, and he spent an afternoon talking with my grandfather’s brother about cattle and tracing some of our heritage back to Native Americans. We also took him to the cemetery named after our family where my grandfather was buried, drove by the home where my grandmother grew up, and showed him one of the most beautiful courthouses in the state – where my parents were married! (Wow, I miss historic southern architecture sometimes.)

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Our typical Thanksgiving traditions include staying in our pajamas at home with our immediate family and my grandmother, watching parts of the Macy’s parade, and eating things like ham (we aren’t turkey people), stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie with LOTS of Cool Whip. Unfortunately, Peter wasn’t so lucky… That year, my dad’s siblings and their families planned a get-together at my aunt’s house a couple of hours away, and it was the perfect opportunity to show off my new arm candy!

Peter was quiet and on his best behavior, and I’m sure it was quite overwhelming to be surrounded by so many loud and joking southerners all at once. Prior to meeting Peter, I never realized it was a distinguishing trait for our family, but joking, teasing, and heckling are our primary love languages. He was initiated quickly when my uncle with red hair, standing well over six feet tall and very “solid” build put his arm around Peter’s shoulder’s and let him know he better not hurt me! I’m sure he probably wanted to run or fight, but he held it together and put up with our shenanigans… In return, he got heaping platefuls of southern food including his first taste of fried okra!

On Friday, we took a little time to ourselves, and I took him to my favorite place in Blount County.

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I promise he was there… He was just taking the pictures. This is a spot on the river with a huge rock cliff and a historic covered bridge. I’d dreamed for years about going there on a romantic date, and I love that the Lord helped me wait and see that dream fulfilled with Peter.

After that, my mom and I indulged Peter and my dad in their manhood by going with them to see the new version of the movie Red Dawn. (I love that my father and my husband share a lot of similar interests and views.) As the credits began to roll, someone in the theater shouted in a thick southern accent, “‘Merica!” We walked out of there feeling like the testosterone was running high around us! My family enjoys going to movies around Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Peter and I kept that tradition alive and well as we went on Saturday to see Lincoln at a different theater. I guess we knew it would be about a month before we could see each other again, so we were making the most of it and going on as many dates as possible!

I had something up my sleeve for Sunday, and Peter had no idea what we were doing or why… I wanted to take him to a place in our county called Palisades Park. It is a gorgeous place set up on a small mountain with a scenic view out over the land. My family has been to countless family reunions there, and I have always loved the landscape as well as the lodges that look like log cabins. I know he liked it, but the part that took Peter by surprise was when I told him I hoped to someday get married there… I bet his blood pressure went up, but he stayed very calm and content as we walked around and I showed him that I wanted a small, intimate ceremony standing outside on the mountain followed by a casual reception in the large cabin nearby. We had only known each other since the end of May, met in person for the first time in July, officially started our relationship in September, and by November, I was sharing some of my biggest dreams with this South Dakota boy. I was smitten.

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(Sidenote: We actually did try to make plans to get married there during the following summer, but none of the dates worked for all of his family to travel. Oh well! You win some… You lose some… At least I got the boy!)

That night, we soaked in another church service at Brook Hills before having a wonderful dinner at Jim N’ Nick’s with some of my best friends.

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On Monday, we had a lazy morning before we had to make another dreaded trip to an airport to say goodbye. On the way there, I took him to one of my favorite local hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

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I love the memory of sitting across from him in a booth by the front window when the waitress came to ask for our drink orders. All Peter said was, “I’ll have a Coke,” and the waitress exclaimed, “You’re not from here, are you?!?” I’ve tried to explain that he should have elongated his “o” sound into two drawn-out syllables to fit in. At least he didn’t call it “pop”! :)

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This is the fourteenth post in a series called We Met Online: Wednesday Series! Start from the beginning here, or you can also retrace the whole story here! I hope to write every Wednesday, using my old journals, photos, and memories to tell our story. I truly hope that it blesses you and brings glory to our Savior. Thanks so much for reading. Feel free to share this with others and check back for more soon! You can also subscribe to receive posts by email so you don’t miss anything!