Our little love story...

So, lets talk about striving to hear God's guidance and then faithfully following it.

This is me. Graduating from BYU-Idaho

Don't I look happy! Well I was sad. Well, actually I was happy. Because I was no longer this frazzled burnt out crazy lady just trying to get that piece of paper that was supposed to make me more money. But, I was a little sad. I was one of those girls who must have something wrong with her because she made it out of Rexburg single. (Which is odd, cuz LOTS of girls make it out of there single. Why do we somehow feel like we are the only girl walking away from this mecca of available men?) Now I had to face uncles asking me "What was wrong with those boys up there? They need their eyes checked?"Or the massive onslaught of blind dates that would quickly start lining up. So, I put on my big girl panties....and moved back into my parent's house. How sad.

The next few months were a little hard. No real job. (I just couldn't commit! Job offers came, and with half glazed eyes I waved as they moved on to some other girl with much more motivation.) I was lame. And then. My sister got married. My younger sister. And that. No girl should ever have to experience that.

So after all sorts of options came and went, I settled with a mission call. I felt good about it. Kind of. Sometimes. I was hot and cold. Yes and No. In and out. Ok, I'm sorry. I'll stop. Anyways....I knew that I loved God and the gospel, and that I wanted to share it. So, that was answer enough. After about 4 months of all sorts of madness, my papers finally submitted. And I was available that day. To leave.

New Jersey! 

5 months! I had to wait 5 months. For a stateside mission. I was furious! Ok, not really. I just waited. And boys came. And I let them go. Boys. I had been there. Done that. But a mission, that was new. So, as with the job, I waived the boys off into the abyss.

Until this one boy. He was smokin! Well, his face was. His pants? Oh his pants...we are still working on slowly destroying most of them. But, I was attracted to him. For some reason. Maybe it was that he was ok with wearing grandpa pants. He was a man. And worked hard. And climbed mountains. And just didn't care about what brand his pants were. And that was refreshing.

And then he emailed me. Then called me. Let's talk about that first phone call. I was done. Twitterpaited. I mean. I ran down stairs, plopped on the couch next to my Mom and exclaimed, "If he's real life, I'm going to marry him!" Then, embarrassed, I realized I had a mission call. And immediately scoffed at myself saying "just kidding."
I'm crazy.

But, he was different. I had dated. And dated a lot. But this boy. He had everything. Where did he come from?! I was falling. For someone I hadn't even met. Maybe it was his incredible good looks? Or that he had traveled ALL over the world? Was getting his Masters? Owned a home? Loved, played, and coached athletics? And grew up on a ranch? ...(I have to brag about him. Cuz he won't do it for himself. He's too humble....) Whatever it was, it worked.

Side note. I used to always ask girls how they knew. Ya know. Knew their husband was the one. They would never give me a specific reason! I had to know! Had I let the right one pass by already, because I didn't know how to know? Well. Don't panic. If you are in that stage. Trust me. You will know. You just will.

So we decided to meet. In Vegas. For 5 days. Yeah, we were brave.