How We Met: Josh and I met a few days before the beginning of our sophomore year of high school, at a friend’s house for a bonfire. I was going to be an incoming transfer student, who was not at all happy to be switching schools, but my parents insisted that it would be for the best. I very clearly remember my Aunt Debbie saying, “It won’t be as bad as you think, what if you meet your husband there?” I brushed that one off, thinking she had to be crazy – I was 15 years old.
But little did I know that she would be absolutely right. I had been invited by some girls on the volleyball team to get together and meet some of their guy friends. I figured it would be nice to have some familiar faces on the first day of school, so I went. I met several people there that night, including Josh. We exchanged handshakes and “nice to meet you’s”, but admittedly neither of us really had a “love at first sight” moment. It didn’t take too long, however, for us to begin chatting after I sent a casual Facebook message asking about his schedule to see if we had any classes together. To this day, I still don’t know why I reached out to him and no one else, but I thank God that I did. We began talking more and more, and, as a lonely transfer, I was so grateful for the friend that he was to me.
At the time, we were set in our ways that he did not want a girlfriend, and I did not want a boyfriend; but that didn’t last long. A couple of months after the day that we met, we were out on a walk to a park that we spent a lot of time together. In the park was a pond, and in the pond was a rock just the right size for two people to sit on. On that chilly November day, we were both sitting on that rock together when Josh asked me to be his girlfriend.
We always joked about how we’d love to prove my Aunt Debbie right, and pretty soon the joke faded as we both began to realize how happy we would be spending the rest of our lives together.
how they asked: I’m not very good with surprises – I don’t like them and I usually end up spoiling them. Since I knew he was going to be proposing soon, I figured that with something as big as a proposal, there was no way that I was going to be surprised. I remember that on our 3 year anniversary during our freshman year of college, Josh had told me that he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before, because he had figured out his plan of how he was going to ask me to marry him (!!!) and he had stayed up late writing down his whole idea. He had said that it was elaborate, but I had no idea just how elaborate it would be.
Fast forward a year and a half, a couple weeks into summer. There had already been a couple of days that I was pretty sure were going to be “the day” but every time, I was incorrect. The one thing that I did know for sure, was that there was one weekend that Josh was absolutely not going to propose, because he, my dad and my brother had been planning for a few months to go up north to fish in Wisconsin, a tradition that my dad and brother do every year. He even asked me to switch around my work schedule so we could get up early and spend a few hours together that morning before he left to go fishing. After our short time together that morning, the three of them grabbed their already packed bags and gear, threw it all in the trunk and left for a weekend of fishing. What I didn’t know, was that this was the only weekend in the months of May, June, or July, where everyone who needed to be home was home and the friends and family from other states could make it. Thus, the regularly scheduled fishing trip took a back seat and become the most perfect cover for the most perfect proposal.
After they left for their weekend trip, I went into work. Several hours into my shift, through the door walked Josh’s roommate, holding a rose and a box. He was followed by one of his best friends (who happens to be a videographer) and his sister and brother-in-law (who happen to be photographers). His roommate was to be my chauffeur for the evening, and said that I was to get ready and meet him in the lobby and he would take me where I needed to go. In the box was a dress that Josh had bought, and all that I could possibly need to get ready.
I was also given a puzzle piece with my current location on a map that he had spent weeks designing from scratch, and a rose with a clue to the next stop.
I went from place to place, each location was significant to us in some way, and at each locations there were people who were even more significant. There were 11 total stops from where the proposal started, to where it ended. And 49 total people were involved in Josh’s elaborate plan. Everything was so perfectly planned out and executed, from beginning to end when I arrived at the last stop – which was the rock that we had sat on when Josh had asked me to be his girlfriend. Standing out on that rock 4 and a half years later, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
From having his roommate to be his chauffeur, to the words that he was going to say to me out on the rock, he had written it all down a year and a half ago, on that anniversary night when he realized how he was going to ask me to marry him.
Josh is a Film Production Major, and put together this video documenting the proposal, and it documents the evening far better than any words can.
Photos by Raegan Lintner