We were married 3 years ago (just this month!) and in a hurry to get started on the big family we knew was waiting up there. Wait, let me rewind a little bit, just to relive it all once again--we met at Ricks College, when it was still Ricks, picking up trash on the side of the road for a service project. We hit it off and had a great time...and didn't see each other again for 3 or 4 years (although I used to stare at him from behind a couple rows of computers in the library.)
While I was on my mission in Russia, my old roomate wrote to me and mentioned that she had seen "that garbage guy" at BYU, in Provo. Then I came home, went to BYU, and met Brad again by chance at a mutual friend's party. He was there for the food, I was there to meet boys...he got a little more than he bargained for, I guess. We dated for a couple weeks, and then he ran away to Puerto Rico. Not one to take a hint, I called him everyday, except for when he called me which was nearly everyday. And, after being together for 2 weeks and apart for four months, I decided it would be nice to invite him home to meet the family for New Years and drive back to school together. And then I moved in next door to him.... So anyway, it all worked out eventually, it took Brad a little longer than I was hoping to get around to marrying me (a few more months...there were a lot of other girls applying for the job, I guess...and who can blame them?) and the rest is...where the story really begins.
While I was on my mission in Russia, my old roomate wrote to me and mentioned that she had seen "that garbage guy" at BYU, in Provo. Then I came home, went to BYU, and met Brad again by chance at a mutual friend's party. He was there for the food, I was there to meet boys...he got a little more than he bargained for, I guess. We dated for a couple weeks, and then he ran away to Puerto Rico. Not one to take a hint, I called him everyday, except for when he called me which was nearly everyday. And, after being together for 2 weeks and apart for four months, I decided it would be nice to invite him home to meet the family for New Years and drive back to school together. And then I moved in next door to him.... So anyway, it all worked out eventually, it took Brad a little longer than I was hoping to get around to marrying me (a few more months...there were a lot of other girls applying for the job, I guess...and who can blame them?) and the rest is...where the story really begins.
