So once upon a time this crazy chick met a super cute stud muffin and now they're married and life is just g r a n d . I was one of those girls who goes to college, gets into a serious relationship, and gets engaged within their first year. So if you're wondering, the answer is yes, I am nineteen. I'm not going to go into a huge rant about how 'getting married young was perfect for me... blah blah' because so many people are doing that now and frankly nobody cares about how you proved everybody and their statistics(which are total crap) wrong and such.. it's lame and over done. However, I will be somewhat of a 'spokesperson' on why marriage is so great!
I was pretty nervous to get married. I don't know why. Maybe because I felt like I wasn't going to be as independent as I had been, or the short amount of time that we dated and the even shorter engagement was just really fast, but I knew it was right... So I kind of jumped in and it has been the best decision of my life.
When the mission age change occurred, I had been swept off of my feet and almost drowned with excitement in the missionary work 'wave'. I had been preparing myself to serve an LDS mission for about a year and a half, but things kept going wrong. I had a tooth implant surgery that failed and I would have had to wait an additional 6-8 months to even submit my papers, I didn't get accepted into the university that I wanted and what I had planned out for the next three years kept falling through. I wasn't really frustrated, but there was definitely some confusion as to why my plan and righteous desire to serve the Lord and help with his purpose wasn't working out how I had intended.
While all of this crazy and stressful confusion was going on in my life, my husband had declined a scholarship from the university (that I was just DYING to go to) and decided to go to the one that we currently attend now. He also decided to serve a full-time LDS mission and came back to our university the spring semester of my freshman year.
Here's the love story: We met in freezing cold January. We had a humanities class and an LDS Institute choir together. I recognized him in my class from choir and decided that he was pretty cute so naturally I should strike up a conversation in class and see where it goes, right? (It was truly love at second sight) Well I did and this kid was pretty chill and totally opposite of me. He was SO quiet and reserved (with other people). We got along great. We would sometimes spend about an hour and a half chatting after class or choir. It took him about a month to ask me out on a date (it pretty much killed me because it seemed like it took so long), and I had the best date of my life on February 7, 2014. This kid had literally swept me off my feet (well, not literally.. at least one of my feet remained on the ground the entire date). We laughed a lot and I can only describe my feelings as blissful and wonderful. He liked me enough to ask me out on a second date on Valentine's Day. This date was such a hoot. I dolled up and he was looking pretty nice too, so we went to my favorite local place to grab some hot chocolate. As soon as we sat down, the embarrassment came.. the waiter spilled hot chocolate all over his pants and after that, let's just say that we watched a movie and our first kiss was probably MY most embarrassing moment in my entire life. I missed his mouth. It was that bad. But it's chill because the kisses after that were right on the lips! Later that month, we made our relationship 'official' and such.*BAM* *FASTFORWARD* We were engaged by the third week of May and married on August 9, 2014. It happened fast but it was great and I wouldn't have changed a single thing, including the fact that I missed his mouth on our first kiss.
So there was my answer to all of my confusion. I had a different mission in life and I'm totally okay with it. The married life is so great. I finally have somebody to share my love of Disney/ Pixar movies with and a Disneyland ride partner for all of time and eternity. Really, who could ask for more? The Lord's fingerprints are truly all over our lives. I could probably write a blog post on all of the little ways that my husband's life and my own lined up and such, but that would probably be pretty boring and a waste of time because there is only one explanation to it and it's that our Heavenly Father loves us and puts His hand into our lives so that we may have happiness in this life and the life to come.
xoxo
