The Third Engagementversary

I told you last week about remembering back to three years ago when Ryan surprised me with a proposal. Our actual engagementversary fell on Sunday, and it was a day full of the fun, the new, and the maddening.

A few weeks ago, in the church bulletin, we read that they needed some volunteers to help at the coffee station on Sunday mornings. {Our church offers fresh brew and hot chocolate and tea on Sunday mornings.} We decided that would be a fun way we could serve together, and we signed up. Sunday was our first time to do that, and we had a BLAST.

I had taken a crash-training course in the middle of the week, but Ryan hadn't even been inside the church kitchen before, so we went down a few minutes early and I showed him where they kept all the supplies. He was excited to run the big coffee grinder and even more excited at the biggest brewing station we'd ever seen up close.

We served alongside another woman we only just met that morning, and it took a few minutes to get our system all figured out, but we did. Ryan did the brewing and the heavy lifting, our new friend kept us on track and made the whole operation run seamlessly, and I kept the main line tidied up and greeted the in-need-of-caffeine.

After church, the Colts played, and I have to say...it was the most excruciating game for an engagementversary afternoon. By the time the game slid into overtime, I was yelling at the TV, "You've had three and a half hours!!! Could you not just pick either a win or a lose in that amount of time? Why are you doing this to me???"

They finally squeaked out their painful, exhausting win, and we moved on to the next adventure. I really wanted to go do something, so we drove to the park, intending to walk through the beautiful gardens.

Except...they were closed for a wedding. I guess I can't really get cranky about people celebrating a wedding on the day we celebrated our engagement, right?

Ryan brought along a frisbee and we headed to the open green space of the park so your Bekah girl could learn to play frisbee. Yes. It is true. I am 37 years old and can't play frisbee. {And if you ever watched me try to throw one from the stage during my WBCL years, you are not arguing with me right now because you've seen the madness in action.}

It took a while, but I got into it, and I got better!!!

We worked up quite a thirst playing frisbee, so of course...frappes. {Excuse my look. I'm not sure what's happening there.}

And I had one more little surprise before the end of the day. Months ago, my friend Jeri was out on business and found these coffee cups. She sent me a picture and I had to have them in real life. So in honor of the commitment made on the original engagement day....