I'm just closing in on Monday's midnight and I haven't stopped working since 10:00 AM this morning... call me crazy, but it feels SO good. It's amazing what I've been able to accomplish during my evening hours as a freelance designer. I promise to talk about my projects really soon!
Oh, and I even tended to some wife duties this weekend!
That's right. KV actually did the dishes, people.
*round of applause*
Speaking of wife duties, I'm pretty sure I left you with a bit of a cliff hanger from the post of how Josh and I first met. Well, I don't know about you, but I think it's time I continue this little love story... agreed?
Hold up- let me get some Journey going...
OK, moving on... :)
So, three long years passed.
During those years, he always stayed in the back of my mind. I remember sending him a letter one time, but he never replied. Probably because I was still seriously underage...
So, I had plenty of fun in high school with my friends, going to parties and dating boys on and off. I was very focused on my grades and my portfolio with hopes of being accepted into Utah State University's art program. My older sister had attended college there and loved it, so I planned on doing the same.
Soon it was July of 2004, the summer before my senior year, and I had just turned 17 (not quite legal, but much better than 14!). My friend and I planned a trip to Utah so we could visit the campus and get to know the area a little bit.
We stayed with my sister for most of the visit, but I knew an old friend from my seminary class who also lived there. In fact, she had been in touch with Josh, or "Roberts" as I liked to call him. She was down to hang out as a group and gave me his number to call and make plans.
I was in my sister's spare bedroom alone when I decided to pick up the phone and call him... it was probably the most nervous I had ever been! I don't remember the exact conversation, but I told him I was in town, and we talked about meeting up. We agreed on going to his baseball game and hanging out afterwards.
I was crazy giddy for the next 24 hours; my teeny bopper hormones were starting to kick in again.
The next day we got ready for the game. I chose to wear a dark blue top, green khaki cargo pants, and my long hair down. Butterflies were going crazy and my mind was trying to stay calm, but I couldn't wait for him to see me as a woman and less as a child.
We got to the field, sat in the bleachers, and my friend points him out... he was the catcher with his back to me, and he had shaggy blond hair! (that year, in particular, was the year of the shag, and I was all sorts of obsessed with it)
He was actually doing pretty good in the game, that is until he saw me in the stands... he started doing really bad after that. I remember him going up to bat and we were all cheering for him. Then he struck out... awww!
We all waited outside the dugout, me feeling so nervous I could hardly breathe. Then, he came out in a yellow t-shirt, hat, shorts, and some of his gear still on and said hello to me. For the first time - instead of a firm missionary handshake - we hugged. Granted he was a little sweaty, and he apologized for it, but I didn't care.
He was finally there, right in front of me, looking into my eyes, and my heart was convinced that all of my dreams were about to come true.
...that totally just sounded like the perfect line to end with, don't you think? :)
To be fair, I did warn you this was a long freakin' story, and you can't blame a girl for breaking it up for dramatic effect. Stay tuned!!
I will part with wishes for a fabulous, productive, and lovely week. Git 'er done!
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