our story & wedding

I have been wanting to write down our story of how we met, became friends, started dating and eventually got married because I realized neither of us has written it down. So here goes!

When Jon asked me to marry him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world–like my best friend was asking me to spend the rest of my life with him. It probably felt so comfortable because we had been good friends for a long time, and I felt like Jon and I understood each other more than anyone else.

We met when I was 19 and he was 22. Thinking about how young we were is kind of crazy (we are now 25 and 28, and I still feel really young!). We were living in the same apartment complex while attending Brigham Young University. Jon had asked me on a date, and it was one of the best dates I had ever been on. We talked for hours about our classes, interests, travel, all while eating pizza and chocolate pots de crème at Pizzeria 712. After the restaurant closed, we still wanted to talk, so we walked around our complex. Needless to say, we both had a great time, and still talk about that date to this day.

Jon asked me on a second date after that… to which I responded no. I think part of the reason was I was so young, about to go on a study abroad to India, and didn’t want a serious relationship. I knew it hurt his feelings (and STILL feel bad about it, haha) but it allowed us to develop a friendship that has carried into our marriage. So, maybe I don’t feel that bad about it.

While on my study abroad in India, Jon and I kept in touch. We recommend books to each other, asked how the other was doing and deepened our friendship. I knew Jon was someone special to me, but I still didn’t have any romantic feelings for him.

When I returned home from India, I began working on my application to serve my 18 month LDS mission. Shortly after, I was assigned to serve in the Sacramento, California Mission, speaking Spanish. Jon had served in the Monterrey, Mexico Mission, and I think he was a little more excited about me learning Spanish than I was at the time. In retrospect, learning the same language and being immersed in similar cultures was something that eventually brought us closer together.

Toward the end of my mission, I received a letter from Jon. Apparently, a lot of people at home had told him to write me, including my mom and my good friend Jill. I was really happy because I hadn’t heard from Jon in a while, and wasn’t sure if we were as good of friends as we had been in the past. We began to write back and forth up until the end of my mission. Those letters are really precious to me, and I love reading over them periodically.

When I returned home from my mission, I wasn’t ready to start dating right away. Jon was understanding about giving me some time to adjust back to “normal life” (and, to be honest, probably didn’t want to date me right away, haha!). After about 6 months of being home, I finally realized that he was my best friend, and the person I didn’t want to be without. After numerous “non-date” dinners, I asked him out on an official date. It was a little weird to cross over from the friendship we had to a romantic relationship, but we both felt like it was right.

Jon proposed on a rainy day at his parent’s cabin when it was just the two of us. I loved that it was private and romantic, and we savored every moment before telling our friends and family a few hours later.

A huge thank you to my parents and in-laws, who threw us a beautiful wedding and reception. We had the reception outside of my in-laws’ gorgeous cabin in Oakley, Utah. It was a perfect rustic mountain wedding reception.




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