In one week exactly, I’m getting married to Gretchen Louise (who I affectionately call ‘Lou’). We met on August 22, 2010, in St. Paul, Minnesota. From the first moment I saw her, I knew I was in trouble.
We both volunteered (served) on a six-member traveling music ministry team called Captive Free (East Coast). Signed up and organized by Youth Encounter, we worked in churches, schools, camps, hotels, and even half-way homes.
That year transformed both of us entirely. Soon after starting out on the road, my friendship with Gretchen matured into an intense and deeply rooted affection. Not even a month after we officially started dating, I had become absolutely certain: not only did I love her, but I was going to marry her.
Near the end of our tenure, I’d saved enough to buy the ring, with a little (okay, a lot of) help from my dad.
359 days ago, I asked her by the sun-lit river down the road. She joyfully and tearfully agreed; she totally loved the ring, too.
In 7 days, we’ll finally get to say “I do.”
Thanks, God, for giving me such a fantastic person to spend my days with. Our life together has been such an adventure, and it’s pretty cool that this is only the beginning.