Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you… I know, because a fairytale, written by God’s own finger, has begun in my life. My dear readers, I am here to say that I, Brigid Boyer, am engaged to Gabriel Everson!
That may come as a complete shock to some of you, and others may have suspected it for awhile, but let me tell you, in the briefest possible words how it came to pass that Gabriel Everson and I became engaged.
The tale began 11 months ago, when my family and I were introduced to Gabe by his friend Levi. You know the story that ensued between Jessica and Levi, so I won’t go into that further. But what you don’t know, is during Jessica and Levi’s time of getting to know each other, our family was also getting to know Gabe, as he would come along when Levi would visit. Both Gabe and I share interests in History, Sewing (Gabe is a tailor by trade), and Scottish and English Country dancing, among other things, so we had common ground upon which to build our friendship.
Throughout those early days, I was impressed by Gabe’s obvious love for the Lord, his passion for God’s law, and the fruit of the Spirit that was evident in his life. I admired him and respected him more than any young man I had met before, but didn’t think he could be a possibility in the realm of suitors.
Then one day in the fall, the fairytale began. I remember sitting up in my room at my sewing machine, and a thought entering my head, completely out of the blue. I hadn’t even been thinking about Gabe, but nevertheless this thought popped into my head: “What if you married Gabe?” I knew it was the Lord speaking to my heart, because from that moment on I was able to think logically about the differences, similarities, and life goals that Gabe and I shared. I had never been able to think that way about any young man before; to keep the romantic feelings that were growing inside me pushed down, and seriously think about the possibility of Gabe being the man I would marry.
I suppose it was then that I started falling in love with Gabe, though I scarcely dared hope that he would ever think of pursuing me. And yet he did! One beautiful day in April he asked to court me, and days more wonderful than I have ever known began, because I fell head over heels in love that day, and I am not afraid to say it.
Do you remember what I said about dreams coming true in a recent post of mine? The dream I was speaking of is my dream of sitting on the swing under the pine trees at our old abode with my love standing by my side. Gabe didn’t know about that dream of mine, but he had seen the above picture of me sitting forlorn and alone on that swing, and decided he would make a special memory with me at that swing, so I would have a better memory than me sitting there all by my lonesome.
One Sunday afternoon, my family’s last Sunday in our old home in fact, Gabe and I were talking, discussing theology and life matters, when he suggested that we take a break and go outside. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I agreed. So, outside we went, and where did we go, but the swing under the pine trees. I sat down, and Gabe stood right next to me. We looked out at the pond for a moment, and then Gabe looked down at me and said the most wonderful words I have ever heard: “I love you.” I smiled, looked away, and said, “And I love you.” I will always remember that day, the first time that we ever said that we loved each other. It was a perfect day. A day made of and for dreams.
We had professed our love to each other, and the following days and weeks went by in a blur. We even started planning our wedding. People would call us crazy and twitter-pated, and they would be right, because we were, and still are. Crazy in love!
We are so crazy that, one day, without a ring in his hand, and both of us wearing our swimsuits, with absolutely messy pool-hair, Gabriel Everson knelt and asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
I used to believe that in a relationship I would check all of the boxes and make sure we agreed on everything before I opened up my heart. But for Gabe and I it didn’t work that way. Yes, there was a lot of questioning: text messages back and forth, hour long phone conversations, afternoons spent in each other’s company working on projects together, observing how the other person worked. But love began as the precursor to the assurance that we were intended for one another. Because sometimes love comes before you are certain that all of the boxes are checked, and it was a beautiful blessing for us that it did.
One of the greatest blessings was Gabe and his family helping us during our move. I remember one evening during our move, Gabe and I were walking around my family’s new backyard. We were discussing some serious theological matters, something that I had been hesitant about speaking of. But in just one moment, everything was laid out clear as crystal. Any differences I had imagined were fading fast, and explanations of things that had happened in my life, that I had never pondered before, came rushing at me with clarity and certainty. The Lord touched both of our hearts at that moment. Gabe said something about not having believed in the past that there could be someone who was “The One” for him, or anyone for that matter. He had believed that you make a commitment to someone and make it work, despite your differences. But he said that the way in which the Lord had worked in both of our lives to prepare us for one another (As I explained above) had changed that belief in him.
I didn’t think it possible that a man could love me the way that Gabe does. I didn’t think it possible that I could love and trust a man the way I love and trust Gabriel Everson. People may doubt and question. They always do. But I know, with a knowledge deeper than my own heart or mind, that by God’s grace Gabe and I will always love each other.
My love found me. He stole my heart, and apparently I stole his. I would cry “Thief! Thief!” But I rather like this thief, and I am guilty of the same crime as he, so we figure it would be best if we shared our just desserts together.
Neither Gabe or I believed such fairytales could come true, but the Lord showed us both that we were wrong. He showed us that He has written a fairytale for us, filled with all of the joys and trials that a good story holds. And the best part?
We get to live that fairytale together.
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer