Three Years

Three years since I said “I do” to my best friend. Three years since the kindest, most selfless, loving man I’ve ever known chose me. Three years since my world changed for the better, forever.

Today is my third wedding anniversary with my husband. It’s gone by extremely fast, yet I feel like I’ve known him all my life. We met in 2012, but it’s hard to remember a life without him. Today, along with some photos from our wedding day, Ricky and I want to share our story. How we met, how we fell in love, how he proposed, and all that mushy stuff 😊.

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How did you meet? What was your first impression of him/her?

Meghan: Honesty time. We met on Twitter. The thing is, we had actually been going to the same church (Gateway Church, where we still attend and serve) for over a year, and had even been attending the same Young Adults group every Tuesday night, but because it’s such a large church we just had never crossed paths. The church had retweeted something that I posted. Ricky saw it, and started up a conversation with me after acknowledging that we clearly went to the same church and attended the same service every Tuesday night. We talked about what music we liked, hobbies, etc. After a few messages back and forth, he asked if I’d like to come with him to Young Adults and sit together. My initial impression of Ricky was “this guy is gutsy.” Remember, I was only 18 when I met him. So, let’s just say that I was not accustom to the kind of guy that was mature and took initiative. I could tell immediately he was not the type to flirt, play games, or lead someone on. I could also tell that he was smart. Like, intimidatingly smart. I remember thinking, “I’ll give this a shot, but there’s no way this guy is going to actually be interested in me. I’m still just a teenager.”

Ricky: We met on Twitter. Very millennial. I remember our church retweeting something Meghan posted. Initially, my first thought was, “Wow, not only is she stunning, but she goes to my church too? I must meet her!” From there I did a bit of social media stalking—who doesn’t?—and eventually invited her to come with me to our young adults group. I offered to pick her up at a “halfway point” between her house and church, drive both of us to church, and then drop her back off at her car. The rest, as they say, is history. My first impression was that she was compassionate, witty, and very intelligent. The way she spoke and interacted with others, I knew she was worth pursuing. I was right!

From there, we kept on attending Young Adults together. We would typically go hang out at Starbucks afterwards till they closed, just getting to know each other more. Then we started hanging out on other nights of the week, getting snow cones, walking around the town square, etc. About five months after we met, we had the good ole DTR talk. That’s “Define The Relationship” for anyone out of the loop Five months seems like a long time to go before having that talk, but looking back, I think we both wanted to be really sure before we entertained the idea of being in a relationship. Each of us had messy dating pasts, and we wanted this to be different than the rest. And it was. He said he wanted a relationship with me, but wanted to talk to my parents first. So, we went out on our first actual date (dinner at Snuffer’s in Dallas, then a trip to Good Records where he bought me my first vinyl record, “The Valley” by Eisley), and when he took me back home, he sat down and talked with my mom. A couple weeks later we met with my dad. All of our parents were on board with the relationship and we were officially official – Facebook and all!

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When did you know you were going to marry him/her?

Meghan: I’m not trying to be cheesy or weird, but I knew on the first night that I hung out with Ricky that I would marry him. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. I’m not that weird  I can’t adequately explain why or how, but I just knew it. This was different. This was him. My husband was sitting right in front of me, and I wasn’t nervous or scared. It was the safest I’d ever felt. I was calm, at peace, and just excited for the road that was ahead for us.

Ricky: I knew after our first official “date,” although at the time I don’t know if either of us considered it to be a bonafide date. Even so, we talked for several hours about our lives and all the things they tell you not to talk about on a first date, but it felt so natural and effortless…it’s one of my favorite memories.

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What was the proposal like?

Meghan: On January 17th, 2014, Ricky and I had a date night planned. I woke up that morning about 95% sure it was the day, but there were several moments throughout the day that I convinced myself it wasn’t going to happen, simply because I didn’t want to end up disappointed if that was the case. Of course, just in case it did happen, I put on my favorite dress and favorite heels for our date. We went to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. Ricky was sort of fidgety and not eating much of his dinner. The pasta I ordered had a giant hair in it, so that was lovely. I thought, “well, this is an awesome start to our engagement night!” But everything was fine and we had a nice dinner with nice conversation. We went on a little walk after dinner and he took me to the gazebo in the town square. At this point I knew it was happening. No doubt. The gazebo was empty and lit up. I was SO thankful there were no other people around. It was a sweet moment, just us two. We stood in the gazebo facing out to the pond. He turned to me and just told me how much he loved me and how he felt about me. He told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes! We had our first kiss that night and it was so special. Afterwards we went back to his house where his family and mine were both waiting to congratulate us and celebrate.

Ricky: I was confident yet nervous beyond belief. Years of watching Seinfeld had left me with an anxious perception of social interaction; every move or word I spoke that night was immediately critiqued. After a dinner in which I barely touched my food and couldn’t stop moving in my seat—I wonder what gave the impending question away?—we walked toward the gazebo in freezing weather. Once we reached the gazebo, we stood looking toward the pond in front of us, and I began to tell her how much I loved her. Irrespective of my perceived awkwardness in that moment, and the frigid weather, I’ll never forget her face when I turned toward her and asked the question. Her face was priceless—full of excitement and joy. I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and got on one knee…you can imagine the rest. Our kiss was our first, something we’d been saving for that moment. It was magical. Life with my wife is a constant blessing…

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What was the wedding day like?

Meghan: A total whirlwind. The day itself felt like it was moving so extremely slow, but looking back on it is just a blur. I just remember a lot of sitting around and waiting. We stayed very much ahead of schedule the entire day, so all the waiting around was making me so antsy, but I stayed calm. At least, I think I did. My mother might tell a different story  The moment they opened the doors and I started walking down the aisle with my dad was when all the anxiousness was gone. All the anticipation ended, and the moment was finally here. I just breathed and tried to soak in every bit. Our ceremony was just perfect. Ricky’s dad officiated it and he did an amazing job. Fun fact: Ricky’s parents have two sons including Ricky. They never had a biological daughter, but if they had, they were going to name her Meghan  He mentioned that during the ceremony and it was so sweet. As part of the ceremony, Ricky and I went off to the side of the stage, took communion, worshiped, and prayed together while “Sinking Deep” by Hillsong Young & Free was playing. Ricky lead us while I bawled like a baby, naturally. We were pronounced husband and wife, we kissed, and then it was onto the reception! Our reception was fast and furious, but it was sweet and the perfect celebration with our friends and family.

Ricky: It was a blur. My God, that day flew by. Don’t get me wrong, it was a joy and blessing. I’ll never forget it. I was nervous and my hands were sweaty with anticipation for the moment when we were pronounced husband and wife. At the reception, we didn’t eat or sit down once, and I never got to taste my wedding cake! Ugh. That cake was so me too—the top was a replica of the album cover to “2112” by Rush. Despite the insanity, celebrating my wife with friends and family was a gift.

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If you could say one thing about your marriage over the last three years, what would it be?

Meghan: I’ve had many people tell me I’m “lucky” that Ricky is such a wonderful husband, or that I’m “lucky” that we have a beautiful marriage. Let me tell you right now that our marriage would absolutely crumble without the Holy Spirit. I’m serious. It’s not luck – not even a little bit. And it’s not us either. We don’t have a blessed marriage because we’re just so wise and do everything the right way. We have a blessed marriage because we recognize our deep need for the Holy Spirit. From the very beginning, we dedicated our relationship to God and prayed that His Holy Spirit would guide us, teach us, correct us, and show us how to be a better spouse to one another, because we knew we couldn’t do it on our own. We still can’t. So when we are short with each other, when our voices start to raise at one another, when we’re selfish and unkind, the Holy Spirit steps in and shows us a better way. We don’t stay angry at each other. We don’t carry on fights that last for days. We don’t yell and scream. Our marriage is not perfect, and I know we have many years ahead of us that will surely include struggles and challenges. But our marriage is good, not because we’re such good people, but because we serve a good God and we’ve invited Him into every area of our marriage.

Ricky: Marriage is a gift, and a gift cannot be taken lightly. For better or worse, it means something, and what it means is that the love shared between two people is by nature pure. Sure, no one is perfect, but even so, marriage is a gift. It is to be treasured, valued, and handled with care. Our marriage, blessed as it is, would have never survived had we not understood from the moment we first met that the love we shared meant something more than what often passes for love in our world. We are blessed only because we each have humbled ourselves, relied upon the indwelling of God’s spirit, and served the other, so that this gift would remain a true gift—unifying, pure, unique, and transformative for the good of others.

And that’s our story! We’re only three years into it, but if the last three years are any indicator of the joy that’s ahead, then bring it on. I love my husband, I love our marriage, and I can’t wait to see what else God has in store for us. Here are some more photos from our wedding day. Enjoy!

Thanks for reading!

xoxo,

Meghan