A day that would ricochete throughout history...

One of my first roommates, Megan, once had a dream about the man I would marry. She told me that he would have sandy hair and be so tall that he would have to stoop under doorways.

Four years ago today I was playing Monopoly at the home of a young, handsome, and very tall returned missionary named Rich. He had invited me over on a Sunday afternoon to play games (board games), and in typical girl fashion, I brought over some food, or at least, the promise of food. I tried to make homemade cinnamon rolls at his house while we talked, and instead of luring him into submission over ooey gooey rolls, I burned them terribly.

But I completely dominated the game and won by a landslide. Rich wasn’t use to losing.

After a few hours of talking (and a little flirting, I have to admit), I came to the conclusion that I would not be at all disappointed if this young man asked me out on a date (despite the self appointed dating sabbatical I was on at the time). We enjoyed a good evening and I told him that I would be leaving for England the following Thursday for a six week internship.

And then I went home…not a little perplexed that I had no return appointment (maybe I had just been imagining the chemistry…oh well).

When I got home, I realized I had forgotten my rolling pin (and YES, I did really forget it). So I called Rich and he graciously offered to bring it back to me. He pulled up to my apartment, returned the rolling pin, and left after just a few minutes. Again, I was a little perplexed.

As he drove away, I sent him a text message which read:

“that was a long way to come just to deliver a rolling pin…you could have extracted a lot more from me than that”

And then I went inside, said my prayers, and got ready for bed. In my prayers I asked, or rather informed, God that if HE wanted me to pursue something with this Rich fellow, that HE should let me know. And I left it at that (the aforementioned dating sabbatical).

Well, I underestimated the power of that text message, because when Rich got home and read it, he turned himself right back around and drove back to my house.

I was already in bed when I heard a knock at the door. I could hear his voice outside talking to my roommate. She of course let him in, and then she hid behind her bedroom door to listen.

He told me: “I couldn’t wait six weeks, or even ten minutes to see you again”

And then he kissed me…

And then he asked me out!

And the rest is history. June 11 is when Richard and Rachael officially began.