Thursday, February 14, 2019


For a while I've wanted to write out our love story here, and Valentine's seemed like the perfect opportunity. So much of the reason I love this blog is because it is sort of a time capsule for our family. I'm not always great about printing out photos or writing in my journal. So one day (hopefully when I'm old) I'll look back to this little space and remember the good life we have gotten to live.  This guy has been one of my greatest earthly blessings and I'm forever thankful for our life together.
The beginning.
So let's start way back at the beginning...before the age of digital pictures and facebook. haha.
We both graduated from different high schools in year 2000. That fall we headed to Jones- a local junior college where we were both in the band--he played the tenor saxophone and I was on the dance line. This was literally one of the best parts of our college experience. We LOVED being a part of The Maroon was just the best. In the early days of rehearsals, we were placed facing one another at one point in the show. Michael was definitely awkward even then and was completely afraid to talk to was the cutest. I had met him a few years earlier through a mutual friend, but he didn't remember that. So one morning as a big group of us were walking to class, I introduced myself to him. 
After that first introduction, we started hanging out more. We'd stay late after rehearsals talking until dark and I was eaten by mosquitoes. Sometimes a drive to Sonic would by us a little more time. Basically we were doing what people do when they're falling in love.
Our first date was dinner for my birthday and all I remember was that was the night we made it official that we were dating. And that he gave me a bible. Everything rocked on so smoothly for the next few months. then...
The break up. It happened.
We dated almost the whole year. It was really wonderful... Until one day when it was not. I am going to take full responsibility for my moment of insanity and definitely something I'm not proud of, but it's part of our story so I'm going to share it. 
That spring I decided I didn't want to be tied down anymore and broke up with him. Looking back I think it was fear more than anything. Michael seemed so perfect. His faith was so much more mature than mine and he had, what appeared to be, this perfect family... and I definitely did not. I felt like I could never be good enough for him. So I ended it, which let to a pretty low time for me.
A few months later we both left for the summer to do missions. I remember we got to pick 3 location choices and I can remember putting Arizona as a 3rd option. I really did not want to go to the desert. Guess where I got placed...the desert. God had a plan guys.
That summer was one of the hardest times in my life. I lived in a camper in the middle of no where on a reservation. My roommate did not really like me, so times were HARD. I did a lot of soul searching though...and lots of time in the word and prayer. 
At some point I came to my senses and realized how much I missed Michael. And how silly it was to break up with him. He was in the pacific northwest and basically living all my outdoor dreams. We talked on the phone a few times and starting writing each other. 
I went home a little earlier than him and ended up living with his family. That basically sealed the deal. 
the rest is history.
We picked him up from the airport at the end of the summer and we were inseparable ever since. That winter I made a plan of how we could afford to get married that following summer by living in married housing at USM, where we both planned to transfer. He proposes a few months later and we were married in August of 2002...just two years after we met and were both 20 year old babies. 
The early days of our marriage was spent in school and working hard to make everything happen, but looking back every bit of it was worth it.

A lot of life has happened over the past 18 years. We have both grown so much, but I don't ever want to forget those moments when we were dating. There are always seasons where we are not as intentional with our relationship, and if I'm convicted of anything after writing out this blog post it's that. I want to be intentional and "date my husband" as so many people say these days. I do think it's important though. So, goals for the future!


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