Our beginning
EST. 2016
We love getting the question "How did you guys meet?" I think everyone does. You get to relive and tell the best story, how it all started. Here is ours. Well I guess my version anyways, so Spence, if you read this guess you will have to start your own blog in order to put in your two cents;)
I was just out of high school partying it up big time in Salt Lake City. I was out of the house and living my best life, so I thought. I had a guy I was into, but things were not working out so after being devastated for the last time I decided to dedicate this particular year to myself. If I could give one little tid bit of something I did right, it was take time to focus on ME. I was the girl always caught up in boy drama and I finally got tired of it.
I was partying and not focused on anything while I was in Salt Lake and I had a little experience there that ended up helping me re-focus on what I really wanted in life, so I decided to pack my bags and move back home. I was going to live there until I found a few roommates to get into an apartment with.
A few things moving back home I really wanted to work on were...
1. Who I was: I wanted to be confident in who I really wanted to be and who people saw me as.
2.Working on my fitness: I wanted to make goals that were a bit out there for my physically, so I started crossfit back up and put myself on the keto diet to help get me into better shape.
3.Spend time with my family: I was driving back home nearly every long weekend I could, so I figured this was a good time to just be there.
4.I also started working on finances. I wanted to save up money and just travel. I had no intentions of meeting anyone, in fact I didn't want to at all.
I threw myself into my new goal. I was working a crazy amount of hours, I was going to my crossfit gym almost every single day and then I would go out with my friends, or hangout with my brothers every chance I had. It was so perfect. I was the happiest I had ever been. Just focusing on me. IT was amazing. Then out of the blue, it happened.
I had just gotten my wisdom teeth out a week before and my cheeks were SWOL-LEN. I mean I was not cute. I kept getting the "awww honey..." look from everyone because I looked so rough. I made it back to the gym that night after work and felt awful and was in so much pain, so I was upstairs in my room just laying there dying. As you can imagine, at 7ish o clock on a week night, in pain and in my bedroom alone, I wasn't wearing the cutest attire. So at this point my face was not cute, and my lack of bra and drowning in my over sized comfy clothes were it. There was a knock on the door...which why would I care, wouldn't be for me anyways right...then my mom ran up the stairs and had big eyes when she saw the eye sore she was starring at laying sprawled out in bed. "UHHH KAYLEEN, your dad's friend is at the door and he brought a really cute guy with him and he wants to see you."
Ok guys here is the thing. I was not worried, not one bit. My mom and I don't exactly have the same taste in anything and so I was like huh well if she thinks hes cute then the scarier the better, so maybe he just leaves. Did I put a bra on? no. Did I change my huge sweatshirt into something a little more appealing...absolutely not. Was I hopefully wearing any makeup that day? HAHA
I walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of some cowboy boots and then saw the tall glass of water I would freaking like to drink from. WHAT THE HELL MOM, YOU WERE ACTUALLY RIGHT. Tall, dark and handsome stood at the door there standing looking up to see queen of the trolls herslef. At that exact moment of realization that I really screwed myself, I thought "huh what if I were to marry this guy." (I am no lying, literally crossed my mind and I quickly reminded myself how stupid I was to think such a thing and to get over myself because LOOK AT ME,) my mom couldn't even love me at this moment I was so freaking ugly.
Turns out my dad's friend was a bishop of a singles ward and he had this really hot guy with him to invite me to a church activity. NOPE, NOT TODAY MORMONS.
**Side note, I wasn't fond of the church and didn't really care about who knew it either. To say I was a little bummed out that this FINE looking young man was just inviting me to church and not at my door to come sweep me off my feet was an understatement. I gave all the reasons in the book for why I was busy and then they said they were having church on Sunday at such and such time, I said no thanks and shut the door.
My mom was standing in the kitchen giggling to herself because she knew he was hot and she knew she was right. She said I told you so, and then said I should go and check it out. I had to see him again. Had to. Just needed another little look to see if maybe I could get him to talk to me, maybe church would be a place to do that.
SO that Sunday came and I forced my best friend to go with me and sat in the back. He and his friend ended up sitting right behind us. I was so nervous...Did he notice me? Does he remember me? What is he thinking? Driving myself nuts the whole hour trying to figure this guy out. I waited and waited. FINALLY, it was over and I had my one chance to say something. I turned around and said "HEY friend." ...and what does this clown say back to me?... "glad you could make it." and then he walked off. Nothing else. Not a "hey how are ya?", or like a "hey nice to see you again" nothing, nada. He just walked away. (*Spencer, you are still a loser for doing that*) Glad I could make it? really. He just wanted to check me off the list of people he saved. I was furious. I stomped out of that church building and off I went too.
Never had I been so mad at a stranger for so long. Seriously how could he not like me? I didn't have my chubby cheeks and I wore my cute little striped dress that made my crossfit booty look nice, come on man. What more did he need?
My dad's friends had a daughter my age, who I had grown up playing with every now and then. She had invited us to a few of the activities and I knew I would see that boy again. You better believe I was going to make him want me too. I curled my hair, put on my makeup and found the cutest outfit I had determined to catch him in my trap. There he was again talking to a group of boys in the church gym and I caught him look my way once. That was all I needed.
We started hanging out with the same group of friends. Every weekend we were doing something. I was so excited for each weekend because I knew he would be there and I would get to see him, I would get to talk to him and slowly, but surely maybe he would fall in love with me. I started to show up to church more often until I found myself talking to the missionaries and pounding them with questions. I grew up in the church, but never felt like I belonged. I never put any time, or effort into it, so I had about 19 years of questions to ask. Hard questions, the ones you probably should just let go, but I wanted to prove them wrong so bad. Spencer showed up to every single one of our get togethers and he answered every single question I had without fail. I could tell he wanted the hard questions just so he could have an answer that would drive me up the wall, because who knows those kinds of answers?! I wanted to find questions to throw his way just so there would be one he finally couldn't answer. Nothing phased him and It drove me nuts!
It went from hanging out with our group of friends every weekend till 1 or 2 in the morning to just him and I staying out till 4. Then from weekends to weeknights. When finally one night at four AM he decided to kiss me on my front porch. It was all over. Then it was EVERYNIGHT we were out running around our little town, finding spots out on back roads to park the truck and makeout to garth brooks' song 'two of a kind workin on a full house'. We were stuck together like glue. Everyone knew if I was coming over he would be with me and if someone wanted to hangout with him, well his girlfriend was coming along too. We stirred up a lot in our little town, but it didn't phase either of us. We would take long weekends and go on long road trips together. I knew he was mine forever the one trip we took to Wyoming to see the Zac Brown Band and for 10 hours there and back we sang our hearts out to George Strait.
We would take little day trips just to go out to eat and wander. One of our most favorite things to do was to go on a drive without a destination, in the middle of no where to get out and hike around. We loved having one another to enjoy the outdoors, hiking, fishing and hunting.
I had met my match and found someone who loved me unconditionally, attitude and all. He adored me and he was my world. He is exactly what I needed before I even knew I needed it. Before, the guys I had dated always found someone better, they made me feel so replaceable and unnoticed, but from the moment we kissed on those front porch steps, I knew without a doubt I was all he was going to need and he was happy to just have me. This boy turned out to be my bestest friend in the whole wide world and someone I could always count on no matter what.
I won't ever forget the feeling when he took me to our favorite spot out in the desert and got down on one knee. There was no doubt, I knew that was the best decision him and I would ever make. Choosing each other over anything and everyone else every single day into eternity.
A couple years later Spence and I were talking about the moment on the stairs and that first week we had met. He said he thought I was beautiful standing there on the stairs, even though I had chubby cheeks and after asking around about me he wanted to get to know more about this crazy blonde girl. He also said he was too nervous at church to say anything else to me. He used every opportunity he could to get to the places he figured I would be at. He was chasing me, just as much as I was chasing him. My brother who answered the door that night said when he saw Spencer look into the house, he felt like he was going to know this guy for a long time. Spencer grew up on the other side of the country from me, but within the last two years before meeting him we were both running around the same town, not knowing either of us existed, but kept passing each other. I have no doubt that there was a reason we didn't meet until that exact moment in time. I was exactly where I needed to be mentally and physically when I met him.
We are coming up on our third year of marriage and fourth year of dating. We fight, we both are so freaking stubborn, we purposely get on each others nerves, sometimes its so satisfying to watch the other hit their hip on the countertop, or hit their head on the trucks side mirrors, but never have we ever given up on each other, or stopped chasing after one another. He still is the hottest country boy with the nicest looking wrangler booty. His dad bod...ohhhhhhh girl yesss *insert fire and ok sign here* I love that man so very much and he has blessed me with the cutest little chubby baby who has his easy going personality and my temper. That moment on the stairs will forever be one of the best moments of my life. I love you Spence.
-Kayleen
We love getting the question "How did you guys meet?" I think everyone does. You get to relive and tell the best story, how it all started. Here is ours. Well I guess my version anyways, so Spence, if you read this guess you will have to start your own blog in order to put in your two cents;)
I was just out of high school partying it up big time in Salt Lake City. I was out of the house and living my best life, so I thought. I had a guy I was into, but things were not working out so after being devastated for the last time I decided to dedicate this particular year to myself. If I could give one little tid bit of something I did right, it was take time to focus on ME. I was the girl always caught up in boy drama and I finally got tired of it.
I was partying and not focused on anything while I was in Salt Lake and I had a little experience there that ended up helping me re-focus on what I really wanted in life, so I decided to pack my bags and move back home. I was going to live there until I found a few roommates to get into an apartment with.
A few things moving back home I really wanted to work on were...
1. Who I was: I wanted to be confident in who I really wanted to be and who people saw me as.
2.Working on my fitness: I wanted to make goals that were a bit out there for my physically, so I started crossfit back up and put myself on the keto diet to help get me into better shape.
3.Spend time with my family: I was driving back home nearly every long weekend I could, so I figured this was a good time to just be there.
4.I also started working on finances. I wanted to save up money and just travel. I had no intentions of meeting anyone, in fact I didn't want to at all.
I threw myself into my new goal. I was working a crazy amount of hours, I was going to my crossfit gym almost every single day and then I would go out with my friends, or hangout with my brothers every chance I had. It was so perfect. I was the happiest I had ever been. Just focusing on me. IT was amazing. Then out of the blue, it happened.
I had just gotten my wisdom teeth out a week before and my cheeks were SWOL-LEN. I mean I was not cute. I kept getting the "awww honey..." look from everyone because I looked so rough. I made it back to the gym that night after work and felt awful and was in so much pain, so I was upstairs in my room just laying there dying. As you can imagine, at 7ish o clock on a week night, in pain and in my bedroom alone, I wasn't wearing the cutest attire. So at this point my face was not cute, and my lack of bra and drowning in my over sized comfy clothes were it. There was a knock on the door...which why would I care, wouldn't be for me anyways right...then my mom ran up the stairs and had big eyes when she saw the eye sore she was starring at laying sprawled out in bed. "UHHH KAYLEEN, your dad's friend is at the door and he brought a really cute guy with him and he wants to see you."
Ok guys here is the thing. I was not worried, not one bit. My mom and I don't exactly have the same taste in anything and so I was like huh well if she thinks hes cute then the scarier the better, so maybe he just leaves. Did I put a bra on? no. Did I change my huge sweatshirt into something a little more appealing...absolutely not. Was I hopefully wearing any makeup that day? HAHA
I walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of some cowboy boots and then saw the tall glass of water I would freaking like to drink from. WHAT THE HELL MOM, YOU WERE ACTUALLY RIGHT. Tall, dark and handsome stood at the door there standing looking up to see queen of the trolls herslef. At that exact moment of realization that I really screwed myself, I thought "huh what if I were to marry this guy." (I am no lying, literally crossed my mind and I quickly reminded myself how stupid I was to think such a thing and to get over myself because LOOK AT ME,) my mom couldn't even love me at this moment I was so freaking ugly.
Turns out my dad's friend was a bishop of a singles ward and he had this really hot guy with him to invite me to a church activity. NOPE, NOT TODAY MORMONS.
**Side note, I wasn't fond of the church and didn't really care about who knew it either. To say I was a little bummed out that this FINE looking young man was just inviting me to church and not at my door to come sweep me off my feet was an understatement. I gave all the reasons in the book for why I was busy and then they said they were having church on Sunday at such and such time, I said no thanks and shut the door.
My mom was standing in the kitchen giggling to herself because she knew he was hot and she knew she was right. She said I told you so, and then said I should go and check it out. I had to see him again. Had to. Just needed another little look to see if maybe I could get him to talk to me, maybe church would be a place to do that.
SO that Sunday came and I forced my best friend to go with me and sat in the back. He and his friend ended up sitting right behind us. I was so nervous...Did he notice me? Does he remember me? What is he thinking? Driving myself nuts the whole hour trying to figure this guy out. I waited and waited. FINALLY, it was over and I had my one chance to say something. I turned around and said "HEY friend." ...and what does this clown say back to me?... "glad you could make it." and then he walked off. Nothing else. Not a "hey how are ya?", or like a "hey nice to see you again" nothing, nada. He just walked away. (*Spencer, you are still a loser for doing that*) Glad I could make it? really. He just wanted to check me off the list of people he saved. I was furious. I stomped out of that church building and off I went too.
Never had I been so mad at a stranger for so long. Seriously how could he not like me? I didn't have my chubby cheeks and I wore my cute little striped dress that made my crossfit booty look nice, come on man. What more did he need?
My dad's friends had a daughter my age, who I had grown up playing with every now and then. She had invited us to a few of the activities and I knew I would see that boy again. You better believe I was going to make him want me too. I curled my hair, put on my makeup and found the cutest outfit I had determined to catch him in my trap. There he was again talking to a group of boys in the church gym and I caught him look my way once. That was all I needed.
We started hanging out with the same group of friends. Every weekend we were doing something. I was so excited for each weekend because I knew he would be there and I would get to see him, I would get to talk to him and slowly, but surely maybe he would fall in love with me. I started to show up to church more often until I found myself talking to the missionaries and pounding them with questions. I grew up in the church, but never felt like I belonged. I never put any time, or effort into it, so I had about 19 years of questions to ask. Hard questions, the ones you probably should just let go, but I wanted to prove them wrong so bad. Spencer showed up to every single one of our get togethers and he answered every single question I had without fail. I could tell he wanted the hard questions just so he could have an answer that would drive me up the wall, because who knows those kinds of answers?! I wanted to find questions to throw his way just so there would be one he finally couldn't answer. Nothing phased him and It drove me nuts!
It went from hanging out with our group of friends every weekend till 1 or 2 in the morning to just him and I staying out till 4. Then from weekends to weeknights. When finally one night at four AM he decided to kiss me on my front porch. It was all over. Then it was EVERYNIGHT we were out running around our little town, finding spots out on back roads to park the truck and makeout to garth brooks' song 'two of a kind workin on a full house'. We were stuck together like glue. Everyone knew if I was coming over he would be with me and if someone wanted to hangout with him, well his girlfriend was coming along too. We stirred up a lot in our little town, but it didn't phase either of us. We would take long weekends and go on long road trips together. I knew he was mine forever the one trip we took to Wyoming to see the Zac Brown Band and for 10 hours there and back we sang our hearts out to George Strait.
We would take little day trips just to go out to eat and wander. One of our most favorite things to do was to go on a drive without a destination, in the middle of no where to get out and hike around. We loved having one another to enjoy the outdoors, hiking, fishing and hunting.
I had met my match and found someone who loved me unconditionally, attitude and all. He adored me and he was my world. He is exactly what I needed before I even knew I needed it. Before, the guys I had dated always found someone better, they made me feel so replaceable and unnoticed, but from the moment we kissed on those front porch steps, I knew without a doubt I was all he was going to need and he was happy to just have me. This boy turned out to be my bestest friend in the whole wide world and someone I could always count on no matter what.
I won't ever forget the feeling when he took me to our favorite spot out in the desert and got down on one knee. There was no doubt, I knew that was the best decision him and I would ever make. Choosing each other over anything and everyone else every single day into eternity.
A couple years later Spence and I were talking about the moment on the stairs and that first week we had met. He said he thought I was beautiful standing there on the stairs, even though I had chubby cheeks and after asking around about me he wanted to get to know more about this crazy blonde girl. He also said he was too nervous at church to say anything else to me. He used every opportunity he could to get to the places he figured I would be at. He was chasing me, just as much as I was chasing him. My brother who answered the door that night said when he saw Spencer look into the house, he felt like he was going to know this guy for a long time. Spencer grew up on the other side of the country from me, but within the last two years before meeting him we were both running around the same town, not knowing either of us existed, but kept passing each other. I have no doubt that there was a reason we didn't meet until that exact moment in time. I was exactly where I needed to be mentally and physically when I met him.
We are coming up on our third year of marriage and fourth year of dating. We fight, we both are so freaking stubborn, we purposely get on each others nerves, sometimes its so satisfying to watch the other hit their hip on the countertop, or hit their head on the trucks side mirrors, but never have we ever given up on each other, or stopped chasing after one another. He still is the hottest country boy with the nicest looking wrangler booty. His dad bod...ohhhhhhh girl yesss *insert fire and ok sign here* I love that man so very much and he has blessed me with the cutest little chubby baby who has his easy going personality and my temper. That moment on the stairs will forever be one of the best moments of my life. I love you Spence.
-Kayleen
This is so so cute!!! I love your blog <3
ReplyDeleteThank you Cabi! I loved your last post! You are amazing girl<3
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