Introduction

I've wanted to start a blog for a long time. I read several other people's blogs and -usually- think "Wow, that person is so creative/witty/interesting". My husband likes to tell me that I don't have a creative bone in my body (in a loving sort of way of course), so this is my attempt at branching out and being more creative. I'll apologize in advance to anyone who chooses to read. This may just end up being a journal of sorts, since I stopped keeping an actual journal quite a while ago.


I'll start with a cute story:

Damon and I met on February 18, 2009, it was a Wednesday. At this time in my life, on a regular Wednesday, I would be attending classes at UVU from morning until early afternoon. From there I would take the bus straight to work at Home Fabrics. On this particular Wednesday, I had been asked to open the store because my boss's father had recently passed away and his funeral was that morning. I skipped classes that day without a second thought (or a first thought really. who doesn't love an excuse to skip class?). Little did I know that events of that day would start a new chapter in my life.... queue corny music…

 A day or two before this momentous Wednesday, while working, I received a call from a young man looking for a specific fabric. It was the end of the day and I was tired and grouchy. He had a very attractive voice so I automatically came to the conclusion that he had to be married, (that and the fact that he was calling a fabric store..) and this just intensified my grouchy-ness. He wanted to know how much of this specific fabric we had because he was going to try to reupholster a couch. I very shortly told him that I could estimate how much I think is on the roll, but if he wanted me to take the time to roll it out he would have to come in. He said okay.

 So on Wednesday morning, he came in. I can't remember if he came and asked for assistance or if I saw him wandering around looking cute and lost and asked if I could help, but either way, I ended up locating the fabric for him -the same bolt of suede I found for him on the phone before. He was also looking for a complimentary fabric, so I helped him find that as well. We had been doing mark-downs in the suede section and since this particular one was $20 a yard, I marked it down and asked how much he would like for $10. I got him all checked out and he went to leave, but then hesitated and stopped, pretending to look at rugs. I had to go back to work, but kept an eye on him. Not sure what I was hoping for, but when I glanced back and he was gone, my heart sank. About 20 minutes later, I was sitting on the floor stocking shelves and I saw someone walk up in front of me. I looked up and there he was again, this time holding out a small slip of paper. He said he could use some help reupholstering his couch and in return he would like to take me to dinner. Completely smitten I accepted the paper and he left. The slip of paper was a piece of a receipt and had “Damon” and his phone number written on it. Needless to say, I grinned like an idiot for the rest of the day. (Turns out he spent that 20 minutes sitting in his car trying to find a piece of paper to write his phone number on and convincing himself to go back in and give it to me.)

I waited until Friday and then I texted him. He was busy at work so he couldn't talk, but we ended up setting up a date for the next Wednesday, February 25th. We planned for him to pick me up directly from work. I was SO nervous I almost canceled on him several times. But I didn't, and I'm glad. He was obviously determined to impress me with this date. We first went to dinner at Tucano's, where I was so nervous I forgot to put salad dressing on my salad and then was too embarrassed to go back. After dinner we went bowling. He told me he wasn't great at bowling, and then he bowled a 230... to my 110. After that we went to Sub Zero and had ice cream and talked until the store closed. He was adorable. And older. And not a member of the LDS church. This last fact was a deal-breaker for me as my faith is a huge part of my life, but even so I did not want the date to end! Apparently neither did he, because after ice cream we went for a drive up Provo Canyon where he tried to teach me how to drive a stick, which I failed miserably at and still can't do. He drove me back to my car and asked me to go out with him again on Saturday morning. That was it. There was never a discussion about how we felt about each other or where we wanted this to go. We both knew pretty early on that we wanted to be together… That fact made the next two years as difficult as they were wonderful. There was quite a struggle and a WHOLE bunch of stubbornness on both ends, but it made us both grow in many ways. Finally, with the encouragement of his wonderful (now OUR wonderful) Bishop, we compromised.


On February 25, 2011, we got married at Sleepy Ridge. It was the perfect day.

On February 25, 2012, after one crazy, wonderful year marriage, we were sealed in the Draper Temple. That day was joy. Pure, beautiful, joy. It was such a journey to get there, and it was worth EVERY SECOND.

As a side note... That couch, still not reupholstered...