barely spoke, which was typical. I thought to myself, “I’ll never speak to him at church (rudeness).” Fast forward four years later: we are on a church retreat (a boot camp for 20-30 something’s) and Chris was placed in the group that I led. He pretended that he hurt his knee during the team tug-a-war and needed me to help him get around throughout the duration of the retreat (as if Robbie and Aaron wasn’t there). To make matters worse, we got stuck in a hurricane and had to stay an additional day without water or lights (FYI: Chris was stinky when he asked for my number)! The next day, he texted me the lyrics to my favorite song and wrote, “learning it now — can’t wait to sing it you!” But I never got serenaded. Four years later, he asked me to be his wife and I obliged him by saying, YES!