Come What May and Love It

Our Story:  Starting Our Relationship Part 2 of 2 Kindred Dead Show (1 month into dating) Our story was a little different than most, but I love it that way. I left off where we were just friends. When I say that we were just friends, I completely mean it. I didn't have feelings for him, he didn't have feelings for me. We both had moved on to other people. Life continued to move forward. As I said before, Gariet helped me through one of my hardest times with depression. He helped me when I just needed a friend. I needed him more as a friend than anything else. Meeting Gariet's Family We both went home for winter break. Gariet knew that I was worried about this because of everything that I was going through at that time. He stood by me, even though he forgot his phone in Utah. He would send me Facebook messages, iMessages, and called me on Skype. I started to realize that I still had feelings for this crazy boy. I kept denying it. I couldn't like...

Our Story:  Meeting and Becoming Friends Part 1 of 2 Both of us were attending BYU. Gariet just got back from his mission from the Czech Republic and I was starting my Junior year. Honestly, I had given up on love and dating. I wanted to be friends with everyone. I prayed to Heavenly Father to give me a calling where I could get to know everyone in the ward. That is when I received a call from Brother Bam and later was called to be the Publicity Co-Chair. I went to church early because of my calling. I needed to print and hand out programs. This was so outside of my comfort zone to stand and talk to everyone that was coming in. I pretended to be this little social butterfly, but on the inside I was dying. I met the 202 boys as they all came in from church. They all introduced themselves, but I was meeting a lot of people that day and did not remember their names. The impression of that apartment stuck with me. I could just tell they were all good people. I honestly di...

A year ago today, I was starting my calling early in the morning to get all the programs printed and folded before church started. Around 11, a group of 4 boys showed up. They were all roommates and I remember thinking it was really cool that they all came to church together. They introduced themselves- I think- twice, but I still did not quite remember all of their names.  I knew one was super tall, one was more fashionable, one wore think rimmed glasses and had brown hair, and one wore glasses and had blond hair with a nice blue suit. I hate admitting this now, but I went through their new membership sheets later on that evening and looked at them all intently and invited them to be friends on Facebook. I thought these guys were fun, but I didn't realize then what good friends we would become. A year ago tomorrow, I would have come home from a family get together heart broken from a text message and with my first ever wasp sting on my head. I saw a flyer for a party that was ha...

I have told this story so many times, I feel like I might as well share it on my blog. Our First Date (10/19/2013) People ask me if I was surprised to get engaged. The answer is yes, and no. I knew it was coming. I knew it was going to be in July. I just didn't know when or where. We had gone ring shopping a couple weeks before and I knew he had the ring, but I had no idea what it looked like. It was important to me and to Gariet that he pick out the ring. I told him styles and designs that I liked and didn't like, but I never told him which one I wanted. Honestly, I am glad I didn't have to choose because I would have never been able to make a decision! Kindred Dead Concert (One week after we started dating) Gariet's mom came into town about a month ago. It was fun getting to know her better and at the end of the week she gave us an 'early birthday gift' with passes to Thanksgiving Point. As Gariet and I were looking through the pamphlets, I notice...

Life has never been perfect. For me- it sometimes feels like the world is just giving you one punch after another. It feels like you are being hit when you are already down. Okay...that sounds really depressing. Stick with me please. This week, I have been amazed again by how well Heavenly Father knows me. He knows what I need when I need it, though I might not always agree. I remember in 9th grade when A-Hour got divided into two classes. I prayed that I would stay in one class, but then I got divided into the other. I wanted to cry as I took the long march to the new classroom. But you want to know something, I needed to be in that class. I made some amazing friends in that class and was able to still be Service Club President that year (which meant ditching A-Hour once a week). Tender Mercy. I also remember when I got the scholarship notification during my senior year of high school and my dream school had let me down. I didn't know if I would be able to afford to attend t...

Last Father's Day, I did a post dedicated to my dad. I felt it was necessary to also do a post dedicated to my Mom for Mother's Day. *Sorry Mom in advance for the pictures...I didn't get them approved by you. I figure I will ask forgiveness rather than permission :) As I have been pondering what I should write for my mom, I saw this quote by Sheri Dew (One of Mom's favorite speakers). "Few of us will reach our potential without the nurturing of both the mother who bore us and the mothers who bear with us." Yeah- when I read that, it hit me pretty strong. I was not an easy teenager. I can tell you that for sure. At the time I was struggling with depression and not really understanding what was going on in my head. It was all so confusing. This caused me to lash out on my family and storm off to my room. Yep...I was one of those teenagers. (I swear I am going to get a child worst than me someday). Looking back, I can't help but feel complete gu...

This blogpost has been going through my mind a lot these last few weeks, but finally I decided I needed to write it out after falling in love with this video. This month I have searched high and low for a modest swim suit. It is interesting to find out what the world now thinks is “modest”. Saying something was a “one piece swimsuit” used to mean that it was modest, but slowly even the one-piece suits have become lower cut in the front, in the back, and on the sides.   It is no longer modest when there is more skin than suit or it is just barely covering up the bare essentials.   It is interesting to see how my views have changed. Up until last year this girl was so insecure about her body that she wore a swimsuit with basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I know. I was pretty bad. But as I have come to appreciate my body more, I have wanted to stay modest without being prudish. Women have it hard these days. We live in a world that is plastered with images of Size 0 and...