In short - we met at church. But that isn't how I roll! The Pourciau crew started attending CCC in 2014. As nursery preschool director I had the opportunity to meet most of the kids as they checked in for children's church so I met them shortly after they started. Kamryn and Kourtney were immediately special to me. I specifically remember the Wednesday night I met Granny Kat/Granny P and our instant connection. After a few years, the comment of, "you're like the sister he never had" started when we would talk about things that our daughters did together or camp or whatever. One fateful Sunday in 2018 Granny P and I were talking as we often did and she said the same "you're like the sister he never had" line she had said many times before. It was awkward this time though ... why?! That night, I had a dream about Scott. Chill out weirdos, not some steamy dream, a regular ole he just happened to be there dream and I woke up in a realization that OMG I AM TOTALLY INTO SCOTT POURCIAU. I messaged him that day, told him the nice things his mom had said and continued with some sorta silly small talk, catching up on life, nothing serious but I was smitten. Not long after that day I knew. Life was different. He was joy. He was home. He was #betterthanyellow

Yellow hearts. Yellow everything. Why? #betterthanyellow Shortly after Scott and I had shifted into casual chatting to something more I told him I had something kinda lame, kinda embarrassing to tell him. I kept a mood tracker in my planner and I had a realization that my yellow pen - the one that was meant to color code my days of joyful moods - was no longer the best. Yellow had long been the best there was! Yellow was joyful, happy days. I realized then that I needed something better than that. My gauge of happy joyful days had shifted. He'd changed my world. He was and is still #betterthanyellow

Gr. That turd. I had wanted this to happen for a way long time. The girls had created a timeline for us that had long expired. The 10 of us (kids + me) had pestered him for well over a year about when this proposal was going to happen. His famous line of, "when the time is right" had worn out its welcome and we were all pretty eye-rolly about it. I knew that a proposal wouldn't happen until we knew where we were going to live. It was important to Scott to make sure he had a nice place for all of us. I knew, but I could be the poster child for impatience when it came to this. We were amazed but not really surprised that God had orchestrated, in His perfect time, a house for all of us in October of 2019. It was going to be a lot of work but we were excited to do it. (especially since that meant the proposal was imminent and the marriage was on its waaaaay) Scott and I had talked about rings, proposals, funny stuff, the fact that IT WOULD NOT BE AT CHRISTMAS, etc. Well. It was at Christmas. *insert face palm* On Christmas Eve, Scott asked what we were wearing for Christmas day at my mom's. I, in a not so subtle tone, said something to the effect of Christmas wear, DUH! He smoothly pushed for nicer clothes but I wasn't having it. I have a reputation of Christmas day (heck, any day) naps and I need yoga pants and oversized sweatshirts for maximum nap potential to be met. So, at the end of our Christmas day, Granny P forcefully refused to let anyone leave, prodded everyone inside to get dessert as if it were going to disappear and it happened. Well, no. Not like that. Of course, I was in the bathroom, clueless and came out with wet hands, chatting with a kid and in my "Christmas day nap wear" to Scott who said there was one more gift. I am not surprised often. Like, never. But this day? Surprised is an understatement. There were tears, laughter, snot on Scott's shirt and a mostly speechless Ashley who was more than excited to MARRY SCOTT POURCIAU!!