Several readers have asked how Mr. handsome and I met, so I wrote up the story for you all. Enjoy!
During college, I lived with a group of Christian girls in a house owned by a local church. While living there, I became friends with Anne, Mr. Handsome’s sister. She started inviting me to spend time with her family because they lived only 20 minutes away, while mine lived 2 hours away.
On one particular evening, Anne convinced me to come to her house for a birthday celebration and mentioned that her oldest brother would be visiting from dental school. Mr. Handsome and I didn’t talk much that night, but I remember taking note of how thrilled his family was to see him. His little sisters laughed and smiled as he grabbed them and flipped them upside down. This was definitely a guy everyone loved, and he was good-looking, too.
During the six months that followed, I saw Mr. Handsome a handful of times at family gatherings. He would always make a point of sitting next to me and striking up a conversation. He was easy to talk to, and we seemed to have a lot in common.
As we spent more time getting to know each other, I began to realize that God had been setting the stage for a relationship between the two of us. Seven months after we met, Mr. Handsome, with my dad’s permission, asked me if I wanted to pursue a relationship. I said yes!
We lived two hours apart for the entirety of our 23-month dating courtship, but we still managed to spend a significant amount of time together. When Mr. Handsome and I weren’t together, we communicated via phone conversations and texting. In addition to being handsome, this guy had all the attributes I wanted in a husband. Most importantly, he loved God, and he loved me.In March 2015, Mr. Handsome orchestrated a more romantic proposal than I had ever dreamed was possible. He used his extreme last-minute planning skills to get me down to Florida without
suspecting anything, and he surprised me on St. Petersburg Beach. (He also managed to get both sets of our parents there.)
suspecting anything, and he surprised me on St. Petersburg Beach. (He also managed to get both sets of our parents there.)
Mr. Handsome led me over to a private spot on the beach and read Proverbs 31. “I have been looking for a Proverbs 31 wife all my life, and I have found her,” he said. “Will you marry me?”
We have been married almost two months, and I am blessed beyond measure to be serving God with the man of my dreams by my side.