Recently I was de-cluttering the house and came upon eight...yes I said eight journals all of which had only a few pages filled out. So I decided to combine and conquer. I now have one journal and seven new coloring books for Alexis. While I was reminiscing and compiling I noticed that my last journal entry was YEARS ago. Having said this, I thought it would be appropriate to catch up with a little family history. This is part one: "How I Met Your Father".
I graduated from Yuma High School in 2000 as a "criminal". (Yes, that truly is their mascot) Having received the "almighty diploma" I decided to move onto bigger things and places. I packed my bags and my little 1997 Nissan Sentra and headed for Phoenix to attend ASU. Having only been to Phoenix a few times prior this made for some interesting driving lessons. I arrived at rush hour in Phoenix (Tempe) and once arriving to my new home on "Hermosa Place" I thought I'd just experienced a miracle in arriving alive. Upon unpacking I noticed I had forgotten one minor thing at home... my underwear! Little did I know my adventure was just beginning.
Sidebar: The day previous to leaving I visited a boys home who was just about to leave on his mission to Ireland. We were super good friends and as they say, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder". Needless to say, we wrote, and I guess you could say I was waiting for this missionary.
So part of the ASU experience was roommates and singles wards. Both were very hard to adjust to. My "member" roommates were falling off the path you could say and the singles ward was... well for single people, and I didn't consider myself to be such. I attended, however, to try and make some friends. I made a few, and dated a few... Within my first month or so there I was invited to a house party where my newest friend Jenafer was attending. She introduced me to her brother "David" who had just returned home from his mission. He was pretty dorky looking and I didn't have much interest, and turns out neither did he. Which was okay, because I was waiting for a missionary.
My Missionary (we'll call him Ireland) and I continued to correspond. The hard part is that mail is slow and my missionary would one week say, "wait for me" and the next letter would say, "Don't wait for me". So I took the middle road. I dated, but never seriously. I would wait, but
keep my options open. I continued this for two years. I did wait for my missionary. David just happened to officially enter the picture about one month before Ireland came home. I informed David about Ireland, and how I felt about him, but David's response, "I've been the missionary before... we'll see what happens". So David and I became good friends in that month.
It was about a year and a half from when I first met David to when we met up again. David, his brother Aaron, myself and my sister April would always sit in the back row of Sunday school in our singles ward. Our nickname for David was "Back
row boy". He had a full beard and looked more Amish than anything else, but he was funny (see photo to side). Our singles ward was having a camp out and David called our house to see if my ROOMMATE Lara was attending. Her not being the camping type said no... but I was planning on going. At this camp out they had a dance. David asked me to dance and during our dancing conversation he asked how old I was. When my response was 19 he slowly gulped and walked away. Apparently I was just a "baby".
I didn't hear from David for a few months as I was to young and he was dating some other girl. David lived across the street from me and my roommate liked one of his roommates so we invited their crew to our house for game night. We played Cranium and David is crazy smart so he whooped us all. We knew we were in trouble when he told us how to pronounce "Calapigeon" and gave us its definition, which by the way is "one who possesses a beautiful buttocks". It was then that I found renewed interest in David and he interest in me. I guess a few months made a big difference in my age.
David and I began to hang out. He had just returned from a trip to Mexico with friends and apparently did some soul searching and decided he was okay to hang out with girls again, after having had some bad bouts with the evil gender. We went repelling, movie watching, dancing, and to some other church activities. We knew we worked well together when at an FHE activity we were making homemade ice cream and ours was the only one to turn out.
Then the day arrived when Ireland came home. I returned to Yuma to sort things out. David was well aware of the possibility that I may not return a "single" girl. When I met up with Ireland he informed me that he was going to join the air force and I was welcome to wait another 6 years for him. I asked him if it came down to me or the air force which he would choose. His answer was not me... so as my old roommate Kathy said, "If he doesn't think you're better than apple pie he's not worth it". It was a good confirmation to prayers that had been answered the same way. It's funny how you think that maybe with time the Lord will answer your prayers differently. It took this event to confirm what I already knew, but didn't want to admit... Ireland wasn't the one... he was a good one... but not the right one.
Meanwhile David was up in Phoenix pacing. My sister who saw him at church that weekend said he was a wreck. How Cute! I knew that there was a reason I met David when I did. I returned to Phoenix and David and I began to date more seriously. I knew it was serious when I was given the "family test". If I met his family and didn't run, I was apparently a keeper. Well I didn't run and in December David invited me to join him in the Temple. He had invited me to his apartment for lunch. It was a special lunch of homemade burritos. He even chopped tomatoes, so I should have suspected something was up. Then while eating he proposed. I said yes, and then he mentioned, he hadn't asked my Dad yet, so we kept things hush until we went to Yuma for Christmas and made it official.
Three months later on March 14th, 2003 David and I married in the San Diego temple. David was 25 and I was 20... but almost 21. (For some reason I always feel a need to toss that in there.) We married over spring break. We were sealed on Friday, with a reception in Yuma that night, and another reception in Phoenix on Saturday. A whirlwind of travel and excitement... that I wish we had spread out... but it was fun nonetheless.
So.... That is how I met your Father....
I graduated from Yuma High School in 2000 as a "criminal". (Yes, that truly is their mascot) Having received the "almighty diploma" I decided to move onto bigger things and places. I packed my bags and my little 1997 Nissan Sentra and headed for Phoenix to attend ASU. Having only been to Phoenix a few times prior this made for some interesting driving lessons. I arrived at rush hour in Phoenix (Tempe) and once arriving to my new home on "Hermosa Place" I thought I'd just experienced a miracle in arriving alive. Upon unpacking I noticed I had forgotten one minor thing at home... my underwear! Little did I know my adventure was just beginning.
Sidebar: The day previous to leaving I visited a boys home who was just about to leave on his mission to Ireland. We were super good friends and as they say, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder". Needless to say, we wrote, and I guess you could say I was waiting for this missionary.
So part of the ASU experience was roommates and singles wards. Both were very hard to adjust to. My "member" roommates were falling off the path you could say and the singles ward was... well for single people, and I didn't consider myself to be such. I attended, however, to try and make some friends. I made a few, and dated a few... Within my first month or so there I was invited to a house party where my newest friend Jenafer was attending. She introduced me to her brother "David" who had just returned home from his mission. He was pretty dorky looking and I didn't have much interest, and turns out neither did he. Which was okay, because I was waiting for a missionary.
My Missionary (we'll call him Ireland) and I continued to correspond. The hard part is that mail is slow and my missionary would one week say, "wait for me" and the next letter would say, "Don't wait for me". So I took the middle road. I dated, but never seriously. I would wait, but
keep my options open. I continued this for two years. I did wait for my missionary. David just happened to officially enter the picture about one month before Ireland came home. I informed David about Ireland, and how I felt about him, but David's response, "I've been the missionary before... we'll see what happens". So David and I became good friends in that month.It was about a year and a half from when I first met David to when we met up again. David, his brother Aaron, myself and my sister April would always sit in the back row of Sunday school in our singles ward. Our nickname for David was "Back
row boy". He had a full beard and looked more Amish than anything else, but he was funny (see photo to side). Our singles ward was having a camp out and David called our house to see if my ROOMMATE Lara was attending. Her not being the camping type said no... but I was planning on going. At this camp out they had a dance. David asked me to dance and during our dancing conversation he asked how old I was. When my response was 19 he slowly gulped and walked away. Apparently I was just a "baby".I didn't hear from David for a few months as I was to young and he was dating some other girl. David lived across the street from me and my roommate liked one of his roommates so we invited their crew to our house for game night. We played Cranium and David is crazy smart so he whooped us all. We knew we were in trouble when he told us how to pronounce "Calapigeon" and gave us its definition, which by the way is "one who possesses a beautiful buttocks". It was then that I found renewed interest in David and he interest in me. I guess a few months made a big difference in my age.
David and I began to hang out. He had just returned from a trip to Mexico with friends and apparently did some soul searching and decided he was okay to hang out with girls again, after having had some bad bouts with the evil gender. We went repelling, movie watching, dancing, and to some other church activities. We knew we worked well together when at an FHE activity we were making homemade ice cream and ours was the only one to turn out.
Then the day arrived when Ireland came home. I returned to Yuma to sort things out. David was well aware of the possibility that I may not return a "single" girl. When I met up with Ireland he informed me that he was going to join the air force and I was welcome to wait another 6 years for him. I asked him if it came down to me or the air force which he would choose. His answer was not me... so as my old roommate Kathy said, "If he doesn't think you're better than apple pie he's not worth it". It was a good confirmation to prayers that had been answered the same way. It's funny how you think that maybe with time the Lord will answer your prayers differently. It took this event to confirm what I already knew, but didn't want to admit... Ireland wasn't the one... he was a good one... but not the right one.
Meanwhile David was up in Phoenix pacing. My sister who saw him at church that weekend said he was a wreck. How Cute! I knew that there was a reason I met David when I did. I returned to Phoenix and David and I began to date more seriously. I knew it was serious when I was given the "family test". If I met his family and didn't run, I was apparently a keeper. Well I didn't run and in December David invited me to join him in the Temple. He had invited me to his apartment for lunch. It was a special lunch of homemade burritos. He even chopped tomatoes, so I should have suspected something was up. Then while eating he proposed. I said yes, and then he mentioned, he hadn't asked my Dad yet, so we kept things hush until we went to Yuma for Christmas and made it official.Three months later on March 14th, 2003 David and I married in the San Diego temple. David was 25 and I was 20... but almost 21. (For some reason I always feel a need to toss that in there.) We married over spring break. We were sealed on Friday, with a reception in Yuma that night, and another reception in Phoenix on Saturday. A whirlwind of travel and excitement... that I wish we had spread out... but it was fun nonetheless.
So.... That is how I met your Father....
8 comments:
very fun to read! we're kind of doing something similar on our adoption blog. this is the easiest way to do family history. reading your story makes we want to blog even more. yippy!
Um...this isn't quite the way I remembered it. First of all, I didn't know any of the roommates ever were falling off the path...definitely not me, and not Kathy I'm sure. And second, did you change my name to protect my identity, or was "Laura" already living at our place for this campout? Third of all, it wasn't ME that liked his roommate, it was his roommate that liked ME! And fourth off, I thought David was calling to ask me out on a date (not a camp-out), and you happened to answer the phone so he asked you out instead.
You've had two kids already, so I'm guessing my memory is more accurate? :)
That's a fun story:) Oh and I like your hair dark, it looks great:)
I never heard the whole story. I didn't realize it was such a long time coming. I sure am glad he asked you though.
I loved hearing your story! It made me miss you guys. Happy Anniversary!
That was lovely to read the whole story together. :)
Dude, you still don't have the story right! The most important part now being that I AM the camping-type (I say as I sit next to my camping-type husband and try to convince him I am!)!!!!
Ross and I were there for the calipigeon game, and I remember how happy we were for you guys when you came to our reception and shared your engagement. Just goes to show that old "book of life" worked!
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