We were an unlikely match from the very beginning. I had just moved from Dallas, TX to Greenville, SC when I first met Marc. I was NOT in his fan club. I just couldn't stand him. We went to the same church, so I saw him from a distance for a while. We had a lot of mutual friends, but never really got to know each other much. He had a long-time girlfriend at the time too. I dated some my first year of school and then settled into a long term relationship at the end of my freshman year.
The summer of 2004 and 2005 I worked as a counselor at The Anchorage, a church camp in North Carolina. Imagine my dismay when I saw Marc Thompson show up for staff training. This guy is going to work here this summer? How will I survive? I was in a relationship at the time, and had decided to take the summer to pray, think, and seek counsel about the best future for that relationship. I was not looking to meet anyone else.
During that summer Marc and I became friends. There were few staff members our age in the first place, so naturally people in the same time of life tend to gravitate toward each other. We had the opportunity to get to know each other in the best possible way: working toward a common cause that wasn't about ourselves, seeing the best and worst of each other, and just doing activities in groups. We learned afterward that there was a little bit of a conspiracy (and a bet!) for us to get together eventually.
While we were dating, Marc had just once semester of school left and I had another two years of undergrad to go. Marc would start working for D&T right after he graduated and also take some graduate level classes in order to get the 150 hours of credit he needed to officially become a CPA.
I went on a three week trip to Hawaii and Australia with my mom, grandmother, and great-aunt and Marc took the opportunity of me being gone to have an important conversation with my dad. When July came around, Marc asked if I wanted to do something different for Independence Day, and said he would plan it. I was not expecting any kind of engagement soon because I knew he had just bought the house - I was expecting fall or Christmas. Marc took me to Charleston, SC for the day on July 4. We went on a dolphin cruise, to the aquarium, on a historic carriage ride, and finally got some dinner and headed to the beach to watch the fireworks. I still was not expecting anything at this point, but when Marc kept moving our things on the beach to be more secluded I thought something was up. Finally Marc got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I immediately burst into tears and said yes.