Our Story

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, I had a crush on a little boy. The year was 1998 and it was summer. The R family was doing their CFOT summer appointment in PG, BC. They had 4 sons and the second youngest was extremely cute, it must be said. He had an exquisite mushroom cut and frequently wore sweatpants. Below is a picture from said summer.

As I said, I had a massive crush on little B. He was funny, cute, handsome and also good looking. You know...for a 9 year old. We played together nearly every day for that entire summer. He doesn't really remember me too much, but I remember the snot out of him. For instance, one day I was trying to impress him so I picked up a handful of daddy long legs spiders because I thought boys liked bugs. Years later I was to discover that he hates spiders and always has. One day we were playing tag and he caught me and kinda lunged at me and his arms sorta went around me. I consider that to have been kind of a hug. Romance. Sigh. At the end of the summer he left, but I kept his name in all my MASHes because was the boy of my dreams. In fact, he remained a staple in many of my MASHes for years to come.

In 2003 we moved to SK and I went to camp and there he was, my long lost crush. He was considerably more grown up. Gone was the mushroom cut. In it's place was a shaggy mane and a pretty impressive beard for a 14 year old. My crush reignited immediately. My dad brought me over to B's mom and she asked if I remember B and I lied and said 'no' because I didn't want them to think I had a crush on him. B was asked if he remember me and he lied and said 'yes' because he didn't want to be rude.

Over the next few years we became best friends. We talked and joked all the time and it was grand. He was so funny and I loved that even if we'd never date, I could still be his buddy. And buddies were all I thought we were destined to be. It's never a good sign when a guy says the following:
You're like a dude with boobs.
You're more like a brother.
Kiss. Of. Death. You've just entered The Friend Zone. All my romantic notions flew out the window and I focused my attentions on a different boy.

My best friend started 'dating' B. It wasn't a real girlfriend/boyfriend relationship as she was not allowed to date. So they hung out a lot all summer and I was happy to be their third wheel. Despite the fact that I 'liked' another boy, it's obvious when reviewing the evidence that I was still head over heels for B. I blushed around him, I was desperate to make him laugh and I probably thought about him more than I should have.

Eventually things ended between them and they ended badly. I knew that in that time he needed a friend more than ever so I began work on not liking him and simply being there for him. Not liking him was extremely difficult to do though. He was so cute and funny and he liked talking to me. Finally when I really made the decision that I needed to get over him, a few friends helped to steer us both in the right direction and on May 26, 2007, he told me he liked me. And I was over the moon. I couldn't stop smiling EVER.

He came to my grad in June and I was so excited to point him out to a few of my classmates from backstage. We spent our evenings watching TV downstairs, sitting really close to each other but not holding hands and not really sure what to do. It was fun just talking though. A couple days later we went to camp and thus REALLY began our romance.

Things got going at Music Camp. B held my hand for the first time and from a mixture or nerves and being ill that week, I had to throw up. One night after I'd hardly eaten all day because I wasn't well and the food wasn't my style, B went into the kitchen and made me mac and cheese. At the end of the week, B asked my parents for permission to date me in an EXTREMELY public and EXTREMELY hilarious way. And on 07/07/07 at 7:00 pm we went on our first date (Transformers).

One week later we had our first kiss and it was perfect. We'd been sitting on a friend's couch and were talking about how sometimes I'd get stuck smiling, I was so happy and he said he knew of another way to get me stuck and then he kissed me. Again, I have to say, it was perfect.

We dated all summer (and I'd like to point out that every single day all summer he put a chocolate in my mailbox) and came to the point where we had to make a decision regarding our future. The choices were: 1. Break up 2. Go long distance 3. He moves to GP with me. In the end we decided that it was up to God. If He found a way for things to work out, then B would come to GP with me. And things worked out beautifully. First, B found a ride to Pine Lake. Then, my parents happened to have an extra van with them to transport his stuff. If they hadn't had that, we would have been in trouble. Then, we found out that a friend in GP needed a roommate. Everything fell into place and we knew that it was the right decision. We moved to GP and continued the romance.

I knew during the summer that I was going to marry B. We continued building our relationship over the next few years, always having the goal of marriage in our minds. On February 12, 2010 he proposed. He made me a roast beef dinner, bought plastic wine goblets and lit candles. I was completely shocked when he got down on one knee because my dad had said we couldn't get engaged until B finished high school and he hadn't yet (he would about a month later). I said "Are you kidding?" and he said "No" and then I said, "Yes!" We were engaged and it felt ridiculously good.

September that same year, we got married in a wedding that was completely us. I love B so much and I'm so thankful to be married to my best friend. I think we have a wonderful story and I'm really excited to be adding to it everyday.