Our love story has always begun and continues to run on extraordinary timing. We met originally in school, both sitting at the only left hand desks in the room. Slowly, our conversations grew longer as well as time spent together. In the Fall of 2012, our timing couldn’t have been more perfect as we both were taking classes at Washington State University, and living a cozy life of cheap college food and dates. When I attended nursing school up north, Daniel got a job an hour away to keep close. When Daniel accepted his first police officer position, I packed up my scrubs and stethoscope, and we moved to Pullman, the little town we had first met in. Both our jobs leave us on the night shift, playing board games and grocery shopping at 3AM. He is the best part of my life and I adore our every adventure together. We share the same sense of humor and delight in raising our beloved little cat, Phoebe. Though our timing may be set to a different tune throughout our lifetime, I will always be grateful for every second of every day that we have together.
When Willie I met we were both working full time. Me, Megan, a nurse- working odd shifts, and Willie, a survival instructor spending a lot of time in the field. Getting out with friends was hard but meeting new people and potential dates seemed to be impossible. We both found ourselves on a dating website to see if we would have better luck. I came across Willie’s profile where the only comment he wrote, besides the usual body type, likes/dislikes, profession etc., read “I find clumsy girls endearing”. The moment I read this I knew I needed to meet him. We decided to meet at The Elk where I talked non-stop thanks to the nerves while Willie smiled and listened. We had so much in common, our sense of humor, passion for living life to the fullest, laid back personalities and especially our love for our friends and family.
Days, weeks and months went by and the pieces began to fall into place. Friends approved enthusiastically, families adored; our lives seemed to come together with ease.
After about two years of dating Willie proposed to me in our living room with the help of our, then-two-month-old, puppy, Rue. It was a crisp, bright October morning. We were on the couch drinking coffee. Willie asked me if I would adjust Rue’s collar, telling me “it seemed tight?” I, not being a morning person and only a few sips into my cup of coffee, rolled my eyes and mumbled under my breath, “Why can’t you do it?” I grumpily unhooked her collar and the ring fell right into my hand. He got down on one knee, in the dog bed, and proposed. I said yes. It was perfect.