We are getting Married!!

I'm sure by now everyone has heard the story but here are some details you might not know. I met Marc on July 25, 2015. I was going to be living in his family's house while I attended Lake Superior College for massage therapy. The first interaction was very brief, hello- nice to meet you, and goodbye- I am off to meet some friends. When I got back to Fosston, all of my high school friends were convinced this was the boy I would fall in love with and marry. I told everyone no, that would be really weird, but somewhere deep down I think I knew they were right even at that moment. I moved into the house in August and began school. Gradually I grew more comfortable living in someone else's house and found myself enjoying having a family away from home. It wasn't love at first sight. (At least not for Marc, and I pretended it wasn't.) Life went on, a year went by with me going home for the summer and coming back in August 2016 to begin my PTA schooling. Day by day things changed. I didn't see it coming. In fact, it turns out I was the last person to realize Marc was into me. Now here we are almost 4 years later, ready to take the next step toward the rest of our lives together.

I met Liz for the first time at my house. She was coming to see it with her family before she moved in and to meet my mom and anyone else at the house. They arrived just before I was about to leave to meet some friends, so our first encounter was rather brief. I remember thinking that they seem nice enough and that she shouldn't be some weird person in my basement. For the first few months I only thought of Liz as the girl that was living with us (She was the 4th person to live with us for college). Then sometime that spring Liz and I spent more time together and that's when I really started to notice her and think of her differently than just the girl living in my basement. That summer I found myself missing spending time with her and looking forward to when she would come back. Sometimes love isn't fireworks, sometimes love just comes softly. I remember subtly asking my mom when Liz said she was coming back so I could vacate the basement before she arrived (For some reason I would sleep in the guest room in the basement in the summers). When Liz got back for school I was pretty excited, and I obviously hid that really well based on how many times my mom and sisters asked me if I was into Liz. Of course, I denied it, and continued to spend time with Liz until on November 4, 2016 we officially started dating (with the permission of all parents). When I told my family there was as you can imagine, a lot of "shock". This shock came in the form of: "it's about time", "I knew it!", and "you're a bad liar". And the rest, as they say, is history.

Marc planned a day up the North Shore starting with tacos from a stand I had heard about in Two Harbors. We ate tacos on a pebble beach near the campground my family had recently stayed at. For dessert we stopped by Betty's Pies and ordered to go. We hiked down by the lake and sat on the shore to eat our pie. With full bellies we drove further up the shore to Split rock light house where we hiked around for a few hours and even took a short nap in the sun (well Marc did anyway). After trying to walk to the island, unsuccessfully, we hiked back to the car. On our way home we stopped at Gooseberry Falls. After climbing to the top of the main waterfall where it was quiet... Marc popped the question.