They said yes....and then my motorcycle broke down

I will readily admt that I was jittery about talking with Chrissa's parents on Sunday. There's something very humbling about asking someone if you can have their daughter in marriage. As we neared the end of our salads and plates of spaghetti bake, I asked the question fully prepared for long conversation filled with tough question and dificult answers. Instead, they both started to smile, and said, "We thought this might be coming. We've talked about it a lot, and we want you to know we're very excited about it." We spent the next two hours talking about about how they came to be so excited about me marrying their daughter. In response, I shared more with them about how I want to lead a marraige and the husband that I want to be. Then we prayed for a bit, and I went on my way....

This is me right before I left Lynchburg at about 9pm. I squatted down in front of the headlight of my motorcycle so that I could take a video for Chrissa about my talk with her parents.

This is my bike at about 11pm at a Sheetz an hour away from DC. I stopped to get some gas, and when I flipped my starter to get back on the road, blamo, everything went dark. I lost all power.

This is Kibbie. She's the wonderful young lady who scrounged up the tools I needed. Without her, I would have been completely stuck.! After over two hours of competely rewiring my electrical system, the moto was revived! There's more than MTO at Sheetz people. There are good folks and all the necessary tools too.

Finally, this is me at 3am when I made it home. I was absolutely exhausted and absolutely excited!