- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2011
Okay, so Mr. Shef just posted our “we we met” and “our proposal” on our website and it was too funny not to share… Warning, I am marrying the nerdiest man alive. And I promise he isn’t always like this! Usually he is pretty normal!
How We Met
While I lived in Arizona I was a member of the Oro Valley Police Explorers — essentially a hands-on internship with the police department. So when I moved to Texas in 2006 to begin attending college, I looked for the local police department. Luckily, Arlington had its own Explorer program! One day in September, I went to go check it out, and hopefully sign up. When I got there, I was told to go talk to Captain Fricke about membership.
Kristen was not the type of person you picture when the words “Captain” and “Police” are involved. (Well, now it’s easy to see — but I was expecting just a tired-looking guy ready to age out of the program covered in shiny rank insignia). Her hair was the first thing I noticed; it was a vivid, coppery orange back then. And her eyes lit up when she saw me. To this day, everyone in that room swears they saw sparks immediately. Kristen will tell you that she was just excited to have an experienced member join her post. Right off the bat, she asked for my information (for “official membership documentation,” or so her excuse goes…), and I was more than happy to give it.
Then came some sickeningly cute flirting, some really bad jokes that we both laughed very hard at, and then I learned that she was in her senior year at high school and single. Ever so suave, I opted to simply inform her then, that we were dating. I didn’t dare ask her out – what if she said no? Already I could tell she was an incredible young lady, and I was smitten.
I suppose there comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes exactly what he wants in life, and takes on a quest of epic proportions to achieve it – letting nothing stand in his way. Around the same time I realized that I could never have my dream spaceship (complete with a great crew of misfits and criminals), I instead began to realize that I could have a life with Kristen. I wish it were as easy as simply saying “Kristen, we’re engaged now,” much in the same way we began dating, but marriage has to work a particular way. And so, my quest began.
Money was scrounged. In the movie of my life (narrated by James Earl Jones), a good ol’ montage would be in order for the sheer amount of effort put into saving money. I like to spend money on stuff, you see, so what little coinage I managed to tuck safely away was hard-won. Plans were plotted – devious, tricky plans, and I’ll get to them in a second. Jewlery stores were browsed – in person and online. I even had to piece together cryptic hints Kristen would drop. I tell you, if Sherlock Holmes and Dick Tracey had a baby that then grew up and studied criminalistics, it STILL wouldn’t have the necessary skills sets to deduce Kristen’s subtle clues! Luckily for me, I’m apparently smarter than Sherlock Homles and Dick Tracy put together. (And Kristen wasn’t one to let her engagement ring go to chance; I’m pretty sure she took every measure to ensure that even I would know what ring to get her!) And this entire time, I had to endure other people’s engagements. I just couldn’t escape it! Every TV show, every movie, every Facebook and Twitter update – someone else was getting engaged. (By the way, I hate you all for making my Ring Quest so difficult.) And of course, I had to get her father’s permission. (Which wasn’t so hard, in retrospect. But it was still very emotional.)
Eventually, I found and purchased the perfect ring, but there was one catch – the rock. For a girl like Kristen, a plain old diamond doesn’t suffice. I wanted to use the diamond from my great grandmother’s ring. It was special – it would always remind us of family. Ah, but the diamond was in
Mordor Arizona, and I was in the ShireThe Lord of the Rings helps me in difficult times, ok? Just go with it.) So, one weekend during Spring break, I decided to visit my family and friends. Kristen had a hard time buying that, but she went camping with her sisters (calling her my Elf princess, hiding in the woods, helped my Lord of the Rings delusions) so I was finally free to go, my flimsy excuse still intact! Texas! (Look, comparing myself to Frodo in
That weekend was spent much like any other college student would spend their Spring Break – beer pong and Dungeons & Dragons. (What? Even after all the Lord of the Rings crap? Yeah, I’m a geek.) I got my great grandmother’s ring, and spent quality time with friends and family. There was a slight hiccup when I realized that this entire time, I had told everyone I’d be coming home a day earlier than was actually true… but we got past that. I flew
on a Giant Eagle back to Texas, where I had to hide both rings, until I could transfer the diamond from the old, and set it in the new. (Somewhere along the way, things became a little more Mission: ImpossibleLord of the Rings.) It was then that I informed Kristen that I would be taking her out for a picnic in the Ft. Worth Botanical Gardens the Sunday before her birthday. than
I succesfully completed the diamond transfer
at my secret lab, and took a deep breath. I knew what was coming. This was going to be a long month, filled with commercial after commercial of engagements. Of course, I set my jaw and waited out the storm of eerily targeted advertising, until it was time.
April 18, 2010. It was drizzling, gently, as we pulled into the parking lot. We were the only people that wanted to be in the Gardens in the rain, which was fine by us. The world was ours, and our lunch was delicious. We walked the Rose Gardens for a while, and then headed over to the Japanese Gardens – Kristen’s favorite! The Japanese gardens are very beautiful – but I think even moreso in the rain. Again, we were the only souls in the world. We walked onto a covered wooden platform overlooking the huge koi pond at the center of the garden. She had turned to look out on all the greenery and cherry blossoms, and when she turned back around, I was there, on my knee, ring in hand.
“Kristen, will you be my angel forever?” I asked.
“Yes, yes!” she said, eyes twinkling.
We finished our walk through the rain-soaked gardens, engaged.
Thanks for letting me share, but if you have read this far (and yay for you if you have!) I want to hear yours! I have always loved these kind of stories and who doesn’t live telling them?