We were both working at Chipotle and Amy was just beginning to take on her role as our Kitchen Manager. One day we volunteered to go help a struggling store in Charlottesville reorganize, and we had great conversation about our past and schooling on the way up. When we had finished working, she requested to go to Afghan Kabob Palace, her favorite restaurant. I paid for dinner and reassured her that this was not a date (managers were not allowed to date). On the way back we talked about our faith and our testimony. We got back to Lynchburg and before I left, I hugged her and told her once more that this wasn't a date. No matter how many times I told her it wasn't a date, she knew it was, and was absolutely okay with it.

Skyler planned the perfect day. We went and painted pottery, out to a nice dinner, dessert, and sat and talked (and froze) at my favorite spot on LU's campus. I was SURE this was the moment I had been waiting for. Nope! Nothing. Two days later he told me our pottery finished early and needed to be picked up. I told him I had dinner plans with Lydia and would be late if I went, but he begged me to go so I agreed - frustrated that he was making me late to my dinner date. When I went to pick up the pottery, Skyler was standing there holding a sign he had painted hours before our previous date that said "Will you marry me?" And the rest is history. ..and just so you're not worried, Lydia wasn't waiting for me at the restaurant, she was on a plane to MN.