A friend recently asked to hear Michael and my story. Because I love to tell it, I thought I'd write it. It's ridiculously long, but I couldn't bear to cut any, so I've divided it into chapters.
Chapter 1: The Proposal
I went to college at Colorado State where two girls from the Colorado cow-town of Sterling changed my life.
I lived in Newsom Hall, where I met Krista and Sarah, roommates from Sterling who went to the same church I did. Sarah was the dry, ironic one that every good sitcom needs. Krista was the sunny one who would ask you everything about your life, and tell you everything about hers. She told me about her dad and her mom and her litttle brother, Michael. I saw them on occasion, and they were nice. But as I was 4 years older than "little" Michael and, at the time, literally double his weight (not because I was so large, but because he was so small), I thought little of him.
Four years later, he came to Colorado State and joined our church. The church went on a retreat to the mountains, a cold October weekend in Winter Park. Sarah was my roommate by then and the wry, dry Sarah and the sardonic Michael were naturally friends. He jokingly asked her to help him find a wife at the retreat.
Sitting by a warm fire in cushy leather couches, Sarah said, "Why don't you propose to Amber? She's nice." Never having formally met me, Mike slid over to me on the couch, and said "Hi, I'm Michael. Can I borrow your ring?" I handed him my ring, and he slid down to one knee in front of the fire and proposed. I, being a sporting gal, said yes.
to be continued...