About Us

How We Met

Oh geez, this is a little embarrassing. The next few paragraphs are going to make me sound like a “mean girl.” I wasn’t I promise. I was just… oblivious.

My senior year our church youth group went on a small weekend mission trip to Eastern Kentucky. I apologize if you are from there, but in reality there are some of the most poverty stricken communities in those Appalachian hills. Being from East Tennessee, it was amazing to see what was in our own backyard. You don’t have to travel the globe to see third world living conditions.

Anyway, that was the weekend that I discovered Mike Proulx.  While collecting dirty diapers and other trash that made a front yard look and smell like a landfill, there he was heaving a nasty clogged porcelain toilet into the back of a garbage truck. Boy did he make that image look good.

It was the nastiest birthday I ever experienced, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say he caught my eye. I remember talking with one of my girlfriends about him. He must be new, but he didn’t go to my school. Who was he? Where’d he come from? Heaven right! It went something like that anyway.

Okay here is where I go a little mean girl…

I then found out that he was only a junior, yuck. And that was that. The same girl and I ran into him at the mall one time later that fall, and he followed me around. Apparently, he wanted to ask me out, but something I said shot him down.

That was it. That’s how we sort of met or whatever you would call it.

The sad thing is he wasn’t new to our youth group at all. I’m a little ashamed to say I just never really noticed him before. Looking back, I vaguely remember a youth event at his parents’ house once. I couldn’t tell you if it was a dinner, summer cookout, Christmas party….I have no clue. I clearly didn’t even know whose house I was at.

I do remember this weird kid sitting with his parents behind me in church. I think I was getting ready to start high school, but I don’t know for sure. They were obviously visiting our church, and he did not go to my school. I remember my girlfriends and I not finding him the least bit interesting. There were some real cute boys in our youth group already. He was just weird and quiet and sitting with his parents.

The next time I remember Mike was a few days after returning home from my freshman year at college. I was hanging out with my dad after work. I got a call from a Mike (how did his number get in my phone???) The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hello?

Mike: Hey its Mike Proulx (…Who??)

Me: Hi

Mike: hey do you want to play Frisbee golf?

Me: uh…

Mike: I’m trying to get a group of people together to play

Me: ok I guess

Mike: Okay we’ll be by in a minute to pick you up

Me: you know where I live?

Mike: yeah

So I went thinking some other kids from church would all be there. I hadn’t seen them in a while. It would be fun.

No one showed up.

Thanks God.

Anyway we started hanging out, and we were engaged five months later. 

Its interesting looking back how we were in the same place for so long, but God kept us apart until we were ready. I was in my small group at church learning how to pray for my future husband, and he was right behind me all along. Only God knew. God’s timing is better than our own. It would have been easier to know whom I was praying for, but it would not be the same.

If God’s timing was so crucial in bringing us together, then his timing is even more important now. 

Today we are a couple, married in 2007, living life where the Army sends us, and waiting for the rest to be revealed by God. We want to be parents. We have dreams and goals for our life together.

We are not chasing.

We are waiting patiently on the Lord.

Isaiah 40:31