Committed: The Ties that Bond
with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
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My family and I spent the week between Christmas and New Year’s up at the local ski hill, learning to ski. While there, I realized that there was a very special date tied to that same ski hill. On December 30, 1999, my (now) husband and I had driven up to the ski hill in the hopes of going for a horse-drawn sleigh ride. There wasn’t *quite* enough snow for that, so it ended up being a horse-drawn wagon ride. Around the parking lot. We still laugh about that, to this day.
After the wagon ride, we went for dinner at the Gunbarrell Saloon, which is less like a saloon and more like a nice restaurant. We drove back to his parents’ place to drop them off (they had come with us) and then we went for a drive. My husband feigned car trouble at Rotary Beach, and we got out to walk on the docks. He hugged me and I could feel his heart beating through his jacket.
He got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. I said yes, of course.
Where did you get engaged?
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Such a sweet story. I got engaged down by the lake behind my new house (I had just gotten the keys that day). It was perfect and simple, yet sweet.
K | January 3rd, 2012 at 10:43 am
Awwww! So awesome. We got engaged under a street light at about 2am. We went for a LOT of walks when we were dating, since both of us were living with our parents.
Mrs. Wilson | January 3rd, 2012 at 1:53 pm
In a water bed on a Sunday morning. Long story … trust me.
Dan | January 3rd, 2012 at 3:14 pm
Awww - such a sweet story.
We got engaged (kind of) on Salt Spring Island at Moby’s Pub. It was the last night of a trip we had taken to celebrate my college graduation (actaully, I had to go to Vancouver for a work conference - left 2 hours after graduation. He joined me later and we spent a week exploring Vancouver and the Gulf Islands). It was our last night and Moby’s was the only place on the island open past 8. As we sat, watching the sunset on the docks he said “we should come back here next summer and get married.” I said yes, yes we should. And we did.
I did’t want to spend any money on a ring (at the time I also hated wearing rings so it seemd like a waste) so we did’t get one. Fast forward to the next summer, one week before our wedding trip back to SSI and he set up a “treasure hunt” through our apartment that ended at our bedroom, with him on one knee with a ring. So I got my ring 9 months after we got engaged and 1 week before our wedding. It was perfect.
kakaty | January 4th, 2012 at 10:21 am
In the tower of a castle on the south coast of England… No really!
Emily | January 5th, 2012 at 10:06 pm