Where to even start? In my opinion we have the greatest story ever. It is full of twists and turns and unexpected decisions yet so fully of excitement. Time passed since our first encounter and Adam came over to visit Danielle a few times. I usually was in my room enveloped in my studies and too busy to chat... okay that's a lie. But I was usually pretending to get my homework done. But Adam usually found a minute or two to come in and at least say hello. So our conversations began there. And you can imagine my enthusiasm when he started coming to my institute class with our friend Mike Nielsen. I was none the less dissatisfied. But Adam somehow managed to slip in little conversations with me everyday after class and our friendship was off and on the rise before I knew what was happening. I grew warmer to the idea of him and was too nice to ever tell him to get lost, and eventually our conversations became longer. Our first defining conversation was an interesting one and the water levels were falling and we found ourselves letting the other into our lives.
When Adam finally got gutsy enough to ask me out he did it through a facebook message because he "didn't have my number." But let's be honest here, with as much asking around as he did about me and knowing my roommate, he easily could have gotten a hold of my number. The first 3 times he asked me out I said no and then when I ran out of excuses I gave in.
Our first date was a triple date that fell through to more of a double date with a tag-a-long. The boys planned out and cooked a delicious chicken dinner complete with vegetables (shocking I know) followed by games and a movie. That was the night I learned what being "butt cold" meant... ask Adam about that one. That first date turned into 3 first dates in one week and I found myself asking Adam if "I needed to be worried." His only reply was, "Only if you are worried about having fun!"
These dates were followed up by a Christmas trip to California to watch BSU play in the Poinsettia Bowl and visit Disneyland. After all, it IS the most magical place on Earth!. We went with a big group of friends and had such a good time. Adam tried so hard to get past my tough defenses and with patient persistence he did. Eventually I yielded and let Adam into my life. My parents saw it the second I walked in the door with Adam after that 16 hour drive through snow storm after snow storm. Those couple of days marked the beginning of what I had believed to be doomed from the start and I came home denying what was taking place... I was falling in love.
We came home from that trip unsure of the future and what if would hold for us. However, we continued to spend time together and were inseparable.
Our first kiss happened in while playing in the snow at a park near Adam's house in downtown Boise. And yes I kissed him... more like attacked him right of the snow bank but those are minor details :] We officially starting dating the beginning of January and were engaged by the end of February. It was short but when you know it's right; it's right.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Our start was not like most other starts... There were no sparks, no fireworks and no googling into each other's eyes... The truth is I DESPISED Adam. We met one fine day in September at my apartment. Adam and my roommate Danielle Soderquist were friends and if you ask him, he was "doing service" by bringing over an old couch of his to make an addition to our apartment. This was our first encounter and one that left lasting impressions let me tell you. I came home from school at Boise State to find this overly confident boy with his hat on backwards and my two teeny roommates struggling to fit this GINORMOUS couch into our small, humble apartment. I parked my trusty old Bronco II and proceeded to carry my books and things in. Well, for those of you who don't know, let me inform you how the layout of my apartment works. We were located on the 2nd floor and as you enter the apartment there are 3 perpendicular hallways before you enter any sort of a room able to hold such a fine piece of furniture. As I approach the struggling group I make a comment about how there is no way that couch is going to make it up the spiral staircase or let alone past those hallways. Adam (and mind you I didn't even know his name yet) looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Well aren't you just a little pessimist." Um, excuuuuse me! STRIKE ONE. So I jump in and help in this pathetic endeavor and we get the couch up the stairs and past the first hallway. Adam and our neighbor at the time were doing everything (including breaking 2 door jams and leaving their greasy paw prints on everything. STRIKE TWO.) from taking doors off the hinges, to rotating the couch, to trying every angle possible to get it in there. Then STRIKE THREE came when they took the doors off our laundry room and my bras were hanging out to dry. As a boy Adam had a few comments up his sleeve. Well, needless to say I was the one with a smirk on my face because the couch did indeed NOT fit into the apartment and they had to spend another 30 minutes or so taking the couch back down and load it again into his truck to take home :] So Adam left without even a sliver of a chance of getting to know me. I thought he was cocky, arrogant and needed a few lessons on how to treat a lady. Little did I know he had other motives... and I unknowingly entered what was about to be the rest of forever with my best friend.