We met at church in the YSA ward. Jonathan first showed up one June day. I was dating another guy at the time, wrapped up in a little summer romance. I remember sitting in church next to this guy and probably with other friends, but I can barely remember. Some guy in the front row was drawing all my focus. I couldn't even see his face, but I was so fascinated by him. He sat up so straight, it was amazingly attractive. And those shoulders....dang! I just wanted to know him so badly, but he got a calling in his home ward and off he went before I could even learn his name.
Early 2013 I was dating the next guy, and the man I called "Shoulders" came back! That was a little annoying. Every time he showed his face I wasn't allowed to flirt with him. It wasn't until that summer I put myself out there. I tried and failed to get him to talk to me, but he didn't take the bait until he started coming to our friend's game nights. (I made sure to stand next to him during Murder in the Dark...he held my hand. giggle!) And so the shy awkward flirting progressed.
Two of our lovely friends invited us to sleep out on the parade route the night before Pioneer Day. He spend the night shamelessly working for my attention and trying to make me blush, and when that didn't work, he flat out asked to kiss me. I said no. :) Sucker. Two days later we had our first official date. He brought me lilies and roses, then took me to a concert downtown. "Flaming Lips," the kind of band that wears patterned spandex and spits fire at their crowd. It was awesome.
I'm a sucker for cheesy pick-up lines, and Jon sure used a good one when he said goodbye at the doorstep. "You're about to have your last first kiss." And no hesitation, he kissed me. All I can remember was thinking, "I'm good with that." :D SOOOO CHEESY, RIGHT?? I loved it. All that followed was dates and talking late into the night. I dragged him down to St.George with me to my niece's blessing to see how some other family liked him. (I think my brothers didn't a few of the guys I dated in the past, so I had to be sure, and of course it went wonderfully.) Time went by and we found ourselves at a ring store. We found "the one." That night he asked my father's permission while me and mom sat on the back porch. I peaked in through the window only twice to see them deep in conversation and then a manly hug. I cried. September 6th came along and we were downtown. We went to all our favorite places, and he took me up into an empty ballroom in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, where we danced. Temple square was pretty much empty and it was perfect. He took me down to The South fountain and proposed. He'll tell you that I ran away from him, I DID NOT! I was shocked and took a few steps back! It took me a few minutes to stop laughing and crying to say yes, but I did and it was wonderful.
We were married on February 21st in the Salt Lake Temple. I'll never forget sitting next to him in the Celestial Room waiting to be sealed. It was more than I ever hoped for.
Right now are plans are pretty much set for the next few years. In January we're moving up to Logan to go to school and Jon will be joining the Air Force and going through medical school. It will be an adventure, whatever happens. I'm just so happy to have him by my side.
End of the mushy post. :)
Early 2013 I was dating the next guy, and the man I called "Shoulders" came back! That was a little annoying. Every time he showed his face I wasn't allowed to flirt with him. It wasn't until that summer I put myself out there. I tried and failed to get him to talk to me, but he didn't take the bait until he started coming to our friend's game nights. (I made sure to stand next to him during Murder in the Dark...he held my hand. giggle!) And so the shy awkward flirting progressed.
Two of our lovely friends invited us to sleep out on the parade route the night before Pioneer Day. He spend the night shamelessly working for my attention and trying to make me blush, and when that didn't work, he flat out asked to kiss me. I said no. :) Sucker. Two days later we had our first official date. He brought me lilies and roses, then took me to a concert downtown. "Flaming Lips," the kind of band that wears patterned spandex and spits fire at their crowd. It was awesome.
I'm a sucker for cheesy pick-up lines, and Jon sure used a good one when he said goodbye at the doorstep. "You're about to have your last first kiss." And no hesitation, he kissed me. All I can remember was thinking, "I'm good with that." :D SOOOO CHEESY, RIGHT?? I loved it. All that followed was dates and talking late into the night. I dragged him down to St.George with me to my niece's blessing to see how some other family liked him. (I think my brothers didn't a few of the guys I dated in the past, so I had to be sure, and of course it went wonderfully.) Time went by and we found ourselves at a ring store. We found "the one." That night he asked my father's permission while me and mom sat on the back porch. I peaked in through the window only twice to see them deep in conversation and then a manly hug. I cried. September 6th came along and we were downtown. We went to all our favorite places, and he took me up into an empty ballroom in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, where we danced. Temple square was pretty much empty and it was perfect. He took me down to The South fountain and proposed. He'll tell you that I ran away from him, I DID NOT! I was shocked and took a few steps back! It took me a few minutes to stop laughing and crying to say yes, but I did and it was wonderful.
We were married on February 21st in the Salt Lake Temple. I'll never forget sitting next to him in the Celestial Room waiting to be sealed. It was more than I ever hoped for.
Right now are plans are pretty much set for the next few years. In January we're moving up to Logan to go to school and Jon will be joining the Air Force and going through medical school. It will be an adventure, whatever happens. I'm just so happy to have him by my side.
End of the mushy post. :)
