How We Met
A few days before Easter 2017, I (Kevin) was helping load production gear into a high-school, in order to prepare for an upcoming Easter service… It was sweaty, hands-on work made even more difficult by the suffocating Atlanta heat.
As I stood panting in the back of a production trailer, trying to decide which piece of gear to carry next, I heard a bright, cheery voice that contrasted sharply with the grunts and gruff shouts of the rest of the production crew.
I spun around, and as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I got my first glimpse of the woman that would eventually be my fiancé. I was speechless. Awestruck. She brushed past me, grabbing some gear to continue with the rest of the load-in, and I slowly picked my jaw up off the floor.
We didn’t even talk to each other on the first day—I was too nervous and didn’t want the rest of the crew to think of me (the new guy) as girl-crazy or easily distracted. But eventually, I started working at Passion City Church—the same church where Makenzie worked full-time. We gradually spent time around each other— running into each other around the office and spending time with a group of friends.
As we did, I continued to learn that Makenzie’s beauty paled in comparison to her character, her kindness, and the depth of her love for people. Our friendship grew deep roots, and I started to think about the possibility of more. The romance was a slow and uneven burn, but neither of us could stop it.
Eventually, we started going on dates. We started calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend. Started telling each other “I love you.” And finally, on June 27th, on a rooftop in downtown Atlanta, committed to loving each other forever.
How They Asked
Even before we got engaged, Makenzie and I knew were going to get married, so we jumpstarted the wedding planning process by going on venue tours. I got an event-planner friend of ours to set up a fake venue tour of Ventanas (a venue in downtown Atlanta) and brought all of our out-of-state family in for the weekend.
On the evening of June 27th, we headed to the venue, starting our fake tour on the helicopter pad on the top of Ventanas, which has a spectacular panoramic view of the city.
A little earlier, our photographer had placed a couple of my personal journals nearby—as Makenzie looked out at the view, I picked them up and started to read. I’d picked out a few key sections that I’d written about her—from long before we started dating, from the morning after our first date, from the first time that we’d said I love you, and from the day when I knew that she was the woman that I was going to marry.
I cried a lot; she cried some too. And finally, I asked.