How fun!! My story is a little embarassing - for him mostly.

My best friend was dating his best friend back in highschool. The summer between my sophomore and junior year, she decided to go to his house - something about a class ring, I don't really remember. When we got there, we realized they were having a party - just about 3-4 people was all. But being guys in highschool, they were mostly drunk...

We were in the basement and I was sitting on the couch and I heard someone roll down the stairs - yes, roll...

It was my future hubby. The first thought I had was how good looking he was, but needless to say - I was not impressed with the fact that he was drunk, because I was, well, a goody two shoes - and proud of it!

He said (and I'll say this in a nicer way) Who is the pretty (hmmm) sitting on the couch? I was still not impressed - especcially when he somehow got his arm caught halfway in and out of his sleeve and I had to help him get it back on right. Well, we hung out with them a few more times, this time sober. A few weeks later we were all camping at the lake - all sitting in this gigantic tent playing cards and going around in a circle talking about things. Little by little everyone left - but us two - I think it was a set up...

but then he said "what would you say if I asked you out?" Well, after a little hedging I said yes - and then we took a walk around the lake. Four years later - on Christmas Eve, we came back from church and decided to open presents. He said mine was hanging on the tree - can you believe that I completely missed the bright red ring box on the tree?? It took me forever to find it but that's how he proposed - we got married on our 5 year anniversary of being together - and just celebrated our third wedding anniversary.