And we are two best friends in love.
We might as well start from the very beginning...
and then we will fast forward to the here and now.
Brad and I met in Preschool.
We were instantly best friends... mainly because I insisted on such!
One day, I noticed that Brad was playing with another little girl.
I wasn't okay with that.
So I walked up to him and said "Brad, I need to talk to you!!"
He obediently followed me away from Allie.
"You can't play with other girls any more."
Again, Brad agreed.
Some may say that this is where my bossy nature began. I choose to call it life planning.
And our life-long friendship began.
We moved on to Kindergarten and were blessed to be in the same class.
I'm on the left. Brad's on the right.
Apparently, I let Brad have more friends once we reached Kindergarten.
Throughout elementary school, we remained great friends.
Brad is Swedish, and each year he chose a friend to play St Lucia as he told about the history.
We both ran for Student Body Historian in 6th Grade.
And Brad beat me.
I'm not still bitter or anything
And then Junior High came. You know that awkward age where you are trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in? When you want to make sure that you get to sit at the "cool kid's table" during lunch? When you want people to start noticing who you are.
We sort of grew apart.
Then one day, we realized that we really missed each other. That it was silly to not be friends.
And then it was just like old times again.
In 9th grade, we ran for Student Council.
This time, I made sure that we ran for different offices.
And we both won.
We thought we were pretty cool.
Once we started in to high school, I think that everyone knew that we really liked each other. A lot.
But neither of us would admit such things. We were best friends. That was all.
The day I turned 16 was the day of the big homecoming game.
I was so happy that I would be old enough to go.
I really hoped that Brad would ask me.
And he did!! We were each other's first date.
Maybe it sounds weird; maybe a 16 year old doesn't know such things,
but something about that date just felt right. It just felt good. It wasn't awkward or weird at all.
It was perfect.
But then things got weird.
We started going on dates more and more often and we were together all of the time.
It was fun, but we were getting worried. We didn't want a steady boyfriend/girlfriend. We were discouraged from having steady boyfriends/girlfriends and didn't want to go against what was right.
Could two people who really liked each other just be best friends?
So instead of rationally talking it out and making sure that we were just friends, I kind-of just cut things off completely. I still remember the night that I explained all of that to Brad
and basically told him that I couldn't see him as much.
I felt like scum.
For about a year, we didn't really see much of each other.
I hated it.
And then, just like in Jr. High, we realized that we really missed each other,
and became best friends again.
But it was different this time. More cautious.
We had many common interests...
though Brad now claims that lots of them were my interests that he jumped on board with.
We really liked American Idol, and even went to an Idols Live concert.
We are both very musical and did Choir and Orchestra. Orchestra was not my favorite. I stuck with it through 9th grade, mostly because Brad was there, but then went the choir route. Brad is a fantastic cellist and played all through high school. He joined choir our Senior year.
We were able to go on a trip to Washington D.C. with our music groups and it was a blast!
You'll find while reading this blog that Brad has a hard time keeping his eyes open in pictures.
And we graduated from High School!!
Before we graduated, Brad already had a mission call to serve in Nicaragua.
He was off to South America, and I was off to college.
Brad and I wrote every now and again, but nothing serious. And not very often. I knew that he was loving his mission and serving the Lord with all of his heart. I knew that he was a great missionary.
Meanwhile, I was loving university life. I loved going to institute and learning more about the gospel. I loved meeting new friends and I really loved the education that I was receiving.
I dated a lot while Brad was gone.
I dated good guys. But something was always holding me back.
I wanted to serve a mission, but when I prayed about it, it didn't feel right. I was sad, but listened.
Brad got home and we started dating exclusively a few months after he returned.
Something didn't feel right.
I was devastated. I had always thought that it would work out.
The day before I broke up with Brad, I felt that it was time. That I could now serve a mission.
We broke up.
Brad asked if it was forever.
I said that I thought so.
I received my mission call to Argentina and I could not have been happier!
My mission was definitely the most amazing experience I had had up to that point. It was amazing to be able to serve the Lord 100% of the time and not worry about anything else.
Again, Brad wrote every now and again, but not often. He dated a lot. He went to school.
But he didn't get married.
Coming home, I was nervous to see him. I didn't know what would happen, if anything.
The first time I saw him, it just felt absolutely right. And I knew then that I would marry him.
We began dating very soon after I got home.
Our first date after the mission was a "thrifty ball."
I taught Brad how to make Argentine Empanadas.
We had Bop It tournaments.
Basically, we just had a lot of fun. There were moments where I had little "freak outs." I had only been home a few weeks when we started dating. That didn't seem normal. We were already talking about marriage. That was fast! I knew that it was right, but I just couldn't move forward.
Then, I went on a trip with my family.
And I missed Brad terribly.
I knew I couldn't be without him.
So we got engaged.
And 5 months to the day of me returning home from Argentina, we were sealed for all eternity.
Thanks to Darby Elizabeth Photography for the amazing pictures!!
Brad has since graduated from Arizona State University, graduated from BYU Law School, and we live in Nevada while he finishes a clerkship.
We aren't perfect,
but we are perfect for each other.
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