I made a wedding profile and website for Luke and I on TheKnot.com tonight! It was SO much fun and now our friends and family can keep up with us on our engagement journey. Please feel free to check it out! I have a lot to add to the website and I'll be updating it ALL THE TIME, but for now, I'm really excited. And I'm even more excited to be the future Mrs. Luke Riley Hinton!!
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Luke and Sara's wedding website!
05 December 2009
01 December 2009
I'm getting married!!
LUKE PROPOSED!!!!
After four and a half years of dating, Luke and I are engaged! He proposed last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, which also happened to be my mother's birthday:) It was the worst/best kept secret EVER because I couldn't let any of my Baylor friends know until last night when I "passed the candle" at our last Tri Delta meeting of the semester (perfect timing baby!). I had been keeping this secret from my friends after almost a week! So, want to hear how it happened? Oh yes you do...
[Preface: Two weeks ago, Luke was in a bad motorcycle accident and was life flighted to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin, Texas. He was in the hospital for three days, the worst days of my life.He had surgery on his left knee, broke his left pinky, and had a lot of road rash. Praise the Lord, he lived to tell about it. The bike, not so much. Needless to say, we had A LOT to be thankful for this Thanksgiving holiday.]
So, I went down to Corpus Christi last Tuesday for the first couple of days of my Thanksgiving break. All day Tuesday, Luke and I hung out, ran errands, and just spent some time together. Towards the end of the evening he mentioned that his left leg was really stiff and sore and how he wanted to just be active again. I suggested that the next morning we get up and go for a walk before his 1 p.m. class, just to stretch out his knee and get him feeling more mobile. The rest of that night, I was talking about all we had to do to get ready for Thanksgiving Wednesday night at his aunt's house, but Luke kept reminding me, "But we're going for a walk, remember!" I should have caught on then:)
Also that evening, Luke said he needed to step outside the house and talk to "his mom" because some kind of family issue was going on, which was not true. He was actually on the phone with MY mother, letting her know that he was going to do it Wednesday morning. Once again, I didn't catch on to anything.
The next morning, we got up, got dressed, and went for our walk. We drove down to the bay front, parked at Oleander Point, and walked down towards Cole Park. Once we got down to the park, we turned around and headed back. I was ready to leave but Luke said, "Why don't we go sit over there on that bench for a little bit?" I felt his pockets and giggled. He said, "You want that ring so bad, don't you?" I told him no, but that he doesn't ever want to just "sit on a bench" and enjoy the morning, so come on! We just laughed about it Then, I went to the trunk to get a couple of blankets for us to wrap around ourselves because the morning was a little chilly on the water; he came with me to get the blankets. When I opened the trunk to pull out the blankets, he pulled out a picnic basket I did not know he had snuck into my car.
At this point, I swore in my mind that I just KNEW he was going to propose! He started pulling out the the basket an amazing breakfast of quiche, fruit, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and milk. He had even brought place settings, silverware, a white rose for the table, and a digital camera. Ok, now I'm a smart woman and I've been dating this man for four and a half years, I can put two and two together. All I can hope now is that he won't propose while I have quiche in my mouth!
At the end of our breakfast, Luke asks me if I'm ready to pack everything up and head back and I'm thinking "Whaaaaaatt?? Isn't this guy going to propose?? Oh well, this was still a cute, sweet breakfast..." So, we pack it all up and Luke asks me if I can come to his side of the table and sit by him. I move over towards him and we get cuddly under one of the big blankets from my car. We're just snuggling at this point and after a couple of minutes, he begins with, "Well, I have a couple things I want to tell you..." He said some really sweet, precious words that I'll hide in my heart forever and then he asked me to marry him! I think I was holding my breath the whole time because I practically breathed the word "YES!"
Later he told me that his motorcycle accident had been the reason he decided to propose over Thanksgiving break instead of waiting until Christmas or even New York next semester. He told me that living through that accident made him realize, even more than he already knew, that he was ready to make me his wife. He had bought the ring the day after they let him out of the hospital and called my dad to ask his blessing only days before proposing. It's all so incredible:)
I had to keep the proposal from all of my friends in Waco until I could pass the candle, which I did last night finally, at our last Tri Delta meeting of the year. However, I did get to tell our families and a few select friends from camp. It was the BEST telling my roomies I was engaged Sunday night when I got back to Waco from the break! Catherine practically jumped on me and we almost fell off the couch, ha! Passing the candle was everything I'd always hoped it would be and now I can tell the world that I am the future Mrs. Luke RIley Hinton!!
Here are some pictures from my perfect Thanksgiving break!
After four and a half years of dating, Luke and I are engaged! He proposed last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, which also happened to be my mother's birthday:) It was the worst/best kept secret EVER because I couldn't let any of my Baylor friends know until last night when I "passed the candle" at our last Tri Delta meeting of the semester (perfect timing baby!). I had been keeping this secret from my friends after almost a week! So, want to hear how it happened? Oh yes you do...
[Preface: Two weeks ago, Luke was in a bad motorcycle accident and was life flighted to Brackenridge Hospital in Austin, Texas. He was in the hospital for three days, the worst days of my life.He had surgery on his left knee, broke his left pinky, and had a lot of road rash. Praise the Lord, he lived to tell about it. The bike, not so much. Needless to say, we had A LOT to be thankful for this Thanksgiving holiday.]
So, I went down to Corpus Christi last Tuesday for the first couple of days of my Thanksgiving break. All day Tuesday, Luke and I hung out, ran errands, and just spent some time together. Towards the end of the evening he mentioned that his left leg was really stiff and sore and how he wanted to just be active again. I suggested that the next morning we get up and go for a walk before his 1 p.m. class, just to stretch out his knee and get him feeling more mobile. The rest of that night, I was talking about all we had to do to get ready for Thanksgiving Wednesday night at his aunt's house, but Luke kept reminding me, "But we're going for a walk, remember!" I should have caught on then:)
Also that evening, Luke said he needed to step outside the house and talk to "his mom" because some kind of family issue was going on, which was not true. He was actually on the phone with MY mother, letting her know that he was going to do it Wednesday morning. Once again, I didn't catch on to anything.
The next morning, we got up, got dressed, and went for our walk. We drove down to the bay front, parked at Oleander Point, and walked down towards Cole Park. Once we got down to the park, we turned around and headed back. I was ready to leave but Luke said, "Why don't we go sit over there on that bench for a little bit?" I felt his pockets and giggled. He said, "You want that ring so bad, don't you?" I told him no, but that he doesn't ever want to just "sit on a bench" and enjoy the morning, so come on! We just laughed about it Then, I went to the trunk to get a couple of blankets for us to wrap around ourselves because the morning was a little chilly on the water; he came with me to get the blankets. When I opened the trunk to pull out the blankets, he pulled out a picnic basket I did not know he had snuck into my car.
At this point, I swore in my mind that I just KNEW he was going to propose! He started pulling out the the basket an amazing breakfast of quiche, fruit, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and milk. He had even brought place settings, silverware, a white rose for the table, and a digital camera. Ok, now I'm a smart woman and I've been dating this man for four and a half years, I can put two and two together. All I can hope now is that he won't propose while I have quiche in my mouth!
At the end of our breakfast, Luke asks me if I'm ready to pack everything up and head back and I'm thinking "Whaaaaaatt?? Isn't this guy going to propose?? Oh well, this was still a cute, sweet breakfast..." So, we pack it all up and Luke asks me if I can come to his side of the table and sit by him. I move over towards him and we get cuddly under one of the big blankets from my car. We're just snuggling at this point and after a couple of minutes, he begins with, "Well, I have a couple things I want to tell you..." He said some really sweet, precious words that I'll hide in my heart forever and then he asked me to marry him! I think I was holding my breath the whole time because I practically breathed the word "YES!"
Later he told me that his motorcycle accident had been the reason he decided to propose over Thanksgiving break instead of waiting until Christmas or even New York next semester. He told me that living through that accident made him realize, even more than he already knew, that he was ready to make me his wife. He had bought the ring the day after they let him out of the hospital and called my dad to ask his blessing only days before proposing. It's all so incredible:)
I had to keep the proposal from all of my friends in Waco until I could pass the candle, which I did last night finally, at our last Tri Delta meeting of the year. However, I did get to tell our families and a few select friends from camp. It was the BEST telling my roomies I was engaged Sunday night when I got back to Waco from the break! Catherine practically jumped on me and we almost fell off the couch, ha! Passing the candle was everything I'd always hoped it would be and now I can tell the world that I am the future Mrs. Luke RIley Hinton!!
Here are some pictures from my perfect Thanksgiving break!
15 November 2009
Much needed lovin'!
This weekend was a lot of fun and SO needed! Luke came up on Friday and stayed until this afternoon (Sunday). My aunt, Amy, and her boyfriend, Shane, came up to Waco from Houston for the Baylor/Texas football game on Saturday. AND Becca came up from Hallettsville for the weekend!
Luke and I went to BRH Formal on Friday night, went to the football game with everyone on Saturday, and slept in this morning:) We also did a little shopping, rented and watched "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past," and just spent some "Luke and Sara" time, as Luke likes to call it:)
Since this weekend was the last home football game of the season and of my senior year, my roommates, friends, and I ran the Baylor Line with Claire and her friends. This was the third year in a row that Baylor has let the seniors run the line with the freshman one last time before they graduate. It was SO much fun and we were all really glad we did it together. It was also really special that Claire and I got to run it together and that Becca and Luke were there to watch:)
Seeing all of these people that I love has really made me ready for Thanksgiving break! Here are a few pictures from the weekend:
Luke and I went to BRH Formal on Friday night, went to the football game with everyone on Saturday, and slept in this morning:) We also did a little shopping, rented and watched "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past," and just spent some "Luke and Sara" time, as Luke likes to call it:)
Since this weekend was the last home football game of the season and of my senior year, my roommates, friends, and I ran the Baylor Line with Claire and her friends. This was the third year in a row that Baylor has let the seniors run the line with the freshman one last time before they graduate. It was SO much fun and we were all really glad we did it together. It was also really special that Claire and I got to run it together and that Becca and Luke were there to watch:)
Seeing all of these people that I love has really made me ready for Thanksgiving break! Here are a few pictures from the weekend:
My Senior Letter
Last Monday, at our weekly Tri Delta meeting, my senior letter was read.
Every year, the parents of the seniors write a "senior letter" to their daughter, talking about all of her accomplishments, how much she has grown, and how proud they are of her. Whoever's turn it is to have her senior letter read out loud during meeting each week stays seated in her chair, while the chapter all stands up to listen to the sweet letter and support their sister.
In the past, this process could take what felt like FOREVER because parents would write extremely long letters and we'd read three or four at a time. As much as we love each other, by the end the girls would get distracted because these letters would get so ridiculously long. So this year, Tri Delta has set a limit of 300 words per letter. This made it really hard for my (wordy) mother to write my senior letter, but she did a GREAT job!
Here is the letter! I love it so much, I wanted to post it on my blog:)
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose pre-school teacher told her that her class was having a cattle drive to celebrate Western Week. The preschoolers got to be cows, the kindergartners got to be cowboys and brand them, and the teacher said it would be fun! The little girl didn’t think it sounded fun, because she knew that brands got hot, and she didn’t want to be burned. She spent the morning hiding behind the teacher’s skirts, determined that no one would make her participate in anything so scary again...
Dear Sara,
I can still see that little face from the cattle drive every time you conquer another goal, because she reminds me of how much God is attracted to our weakness. He is always ready to show Himself strong on our behalf, and He has done so in your life these past few years too many times to count. From your first day at Baylor, I have never doubted you were in the center of His will for your life. But I know that once in a while, that first semester, you did…just a bit. The phone calls came regularly, and so did the tears, and the second semester arrived…
The next tear-filled call I got was one that began, “Mom, I’m a Tri-Delt!” Soon you had more friends and sisters (like you really needed more sisters!) than you could count. I was invited to join you for Mother-Daughter Teas and Homecoming Breakfasts, Dad got to come for Father-Daughter Days, and most of all, we loved to see you “Sing!” When you belted out your solo in “Down the Produce Aisle”, I knew that shy, scared little girl had finally made it down the cattle chute as well…and would never be found hiding behind anyone else again!
Love you, Sara-Bear!
Mom
Thanks Momma! Love you!!
Every year, the parents of the seniors write a "senior letter" to their daughter, talking about all of her accomplishments, how much she has grown, and how proud they are of her. Whoever's turn it is to have her senior letter read out loud during meeting each week stays seated in her chair, while the chapter all stands up to listen to the sweet letter and support their sister.
In the past, this process could take what felt like FOREVER because parents would write extremely long letters and we'd read three or four at a time. As much as we love each other, by the end the girls would get distracted because these letters would get so ridiculously long. So this year, Tri Delta has set a limit of 300 words per letter. This made it really hard for my (wordy) mother to write my senior letter, but she did a GREAT job!
Here is the letter! I love it so much, I wanted to post it on my blog:)
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose pre-school teacher told her that her class was having a cattle drive to celebrate Western Week. The preschoolers got to be cows, the kindergartners got to be cowboys and brand them, and the teacher said it would be fun! The little girl didn’t think it sounded fun, because she knew that brands got hot, and she didn’t want to be burned. She spent the morning hiding behind the teacher’s skirts, determined that no one would make her participate in anything so scary again...
Dear Sara,
I can still see that little face from the cattle drive every time you conquer another goal, because she reminds me of how much God is attracted to our weakness. He is always ready to show Himself strong on our behalf, and He has done so in your life these past few years too many times to count. From your first day at Baylor, I have never doubted you were in the center of His will for your life. But I know that once in a while, that first semester, you did…just a bit. The phone calls came regularly, and so did the tears, and the second semester arrived…
The next tear-filled call I got was one that began, “Mom, I’m a Tri-Delt!” Soon you had more friends and sisters (like you really needed more sisters!) than you could count. I was invited to join you for Mother-Daughter Teas and Homecoming Breakfasts, Dad got to come for Father-Daughter Days, and most of all, we loved to see you “Sing!” When you belted out your solo in “Down the Produce Aisle”, I knew that shy, scared little girl had finally made it down the cattle chute as well…and would never be found hiding behind anyone else again!
Love you, Sara-Bear!
Mom
Thanks Momma! Love you!!
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