How We Met

I was telling a friend yesterday how I met my hubby and realized that I hadn't done that on my blog yet. Since this is pretty much the only form of journaling I do, this has to be included. This would be perfect for an anniversary or Nate's b-day blog, but since I hate doing stuff just because you are "supposed" to, I find now a good time. :)

The first time I met Nathan we were in French class my sophomore year of high school and his Junior year. I thought he was fairly nice looking but extremely arrogant. I found myself extremely drawn to him which only upset me that I was dumb enough to like such an unavailable flirt. If you ask Nathan he will say that he thought that I hated him in high school, to which I always reply- "yea, I loved to hate you, duh." :) I always brought candy into class because I knew he would beg me for it and give me a little kiss on the nose. I hated that he made me like him so much when he had a girlfriend off at college. Anyway, we only really saw each other in class and occasionally when he decided to grace everyone with his presence at a stake dance. :) We were from a small town and there wasn't much else to do other than get into trouble so my friends and I were always at the dances. Ok, now this is where it gets a little pathetic... On the last day of school I couldn't even really say goodbye to him because I was afraid I would start crying because I thought that I would have nothing to look forward to the next year without someone teasing me and begging me for candy all the time. I also cut a picture of him out of the school newspaper and buried it in my wallet to never look at again.

Life goes on, he goes off to college and then on to serve a full time mission for 2 years. It was Christmastime and I was working at a clothing store at the mall when I was thinking to myself how it had been around 2 years and maybe Nathan would be coming home from his mission soon. Honestly, no sooner had I finished the thought when he came walking around the corner. He was with a friend and we said hi and I asked him if he was getting married (because of the girlfriend thing) but he had been "dear Johned" while on his mission. So, he was single. That was pretty much it until he came in again the next day with his brother to return some jeans. We talked for a very long time and when I realized he was going to leave without asking me for my number I decided to give it to him. He says that he never called girls but for some reason he actually called me and we went out a couple of times before he took off for college. He left and we became pen pals (when you actually had to write a letter, get a stamp and mail it).

Ok, now I'm going to skip some stuff because that needs it's own post, but long story short.... he came home for spring break and we went out a few more times. I had really written off the possibility of a relationship because A. I wasn't a Mormon and B. he was at BYU with a plethora of girls and I figured he would be engaged any moment to one of the many girls to choose from. I was walking the lake with my friend and this wave of unexpected emotion hit me and I realized that I couldn't let him go back to school without telling him that I had feelings for him. Luckily that night he sensed that I had something to tell him and so it made it a little less scary to tell him ...mostly because I made him tell me first....... and the rest is history (or another post). :)