I feel very blessed to have received this journey I am on, and so many people have helped make it so wonderful. One person in particular has made my life extra special and has now asked me to join him on his journey so that we may spend the rest of our days together (and of course I said yes).

However let’s start at the beginning shall we?

My parents and I did something I like to call “church hopping”. We had gone to a few different churches but never really found the right fit until we joined Trinity Community Church in Oro. This is where I later met a guy called Justin Piercy or as most of us called him, “Piercy” (he now forbids me to call him this as I am soon to be “Piercy”).

I can’t recall exactly when I met Justin, the only recollection I have is the volunteer lounge at Trinity where groups of us would sit and chat. I also remember him playing bass on Sunday mornings and at youth group every now and then. Justin and I at some point started really talking and getting to know each other (however I must add that at the time I was already in a relationship) and we decided that it would be fun to get a group of people together and make a trip down to Wasaga Beach. This became a favorite pass-time for the both of us the entire summer, although coincidentally we could never get very many, or sometimes anyone to join us.

Wasaga beach was where our relationship as friends began to grow. My favorite memory is watching Justin take pictures of the sunsets at Wasaga and of a carnival that is in town through most of the summer. Little did I know where God was going to take our friendship.

To make things brief, I ended the relationship with my boyfriend at the time and shortly afterward Justin and I talked about the possibility of us “courting”. A little while later my newly found gentleman went to my parents to ask for permission to “court” me. We both knew even then where our relationship was headed.

Now here’s the romantic corny part. Fast forward a few years and we had both started talking seriously of marriage. If you know me you probably know that I can’t stand surprises, so if your planning on surprising me don’t give me any indication or I may have to drop kick you. Justin had let on about the engagement ring but told me it wasn’t going to arrive till a certain Monday. This particular weekend I had a dance competition and only had the Friday off, and Justin worked on Monday so he asked me if I wanted to celebrate our “engagement” on the Friday, even though he told me he couldn’t actually propose till Monday. I, not cluing in at all, said “sure!”.

So that Friday we headed up to Bracebridge for a wonderful dinner at Wabora Sushi and then headed off to Huckleberry Rock lookout point to take some photos of a sunset (this was very normal for Justin and I to do so I didn’t suspect anything). So there we were, all alone on a beautiful lookout point surrounded by nature and a gorgeous sunset as a backdrop. I asked Justin at one point if we could set up the tripod to take some pictures of us, he said “sure, hold this for a sec” and handed me the camera. The next thing I know there’s Justin getting right down on one knee and presenting me with a ring and asking for my hand in my marriage. As for the rest it’s all a blur.

All I know is that on September 12th I’ll begin a new chapter in my life with the most wonderful guy I’ve ever known.

I love you Justin!