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.
Check out my Work It, Mom! profile and my blog, Dutch Blitz.
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.
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