Morgan and Jenny were living one perfectly happy life... and then one day they decided to spice it up with some crunching, chewing, barking, little fun. So get comfy, make yourself at home, and enjoy our little blog of chips and dip (o)..

Friday, May 21, 2010

Let's start at the very beginning...

For whatever reason, this is one of those questions EVERYONE seems to ask, so it seems appropriate to start our engagement blog with the start of "us." Does that make you gag a little? Yea, ok, so I'm a little bit twitter-pated, but I have decided there is no place I would rather be than on Cloud 9.

After graduating from BYU with a solid resolve to not get married for a decade or so, I eventually found my way back home on Bainbridge Island. Attending the family ward, though fun, wasn't giving me the social life I hoped for. So one morning I hopped on the ferry and showed up at the University of Washington singles wards. There are 3 wards at UW and without knowing a soul, I plopped myself down in U3, and introduced myself to only two people there: Robyn Dipo (Morgan's sister) and Maile Stephens (Morgan's girlfriend). I looked up at the man they had in common, who happened to be the Elders Quorum President, and decided that U3 was definitely the ward for me.

From that day forward, Morgan and I grew to be friends, and when he entered back into single's life, our friendship quickly blossomed. The very first time we were ever alone, I remember looking over at him and my heart skipped a beat as I heard in my head a voice saying, this is the man you're going to marry.

The thought actually freaked me out quite a bit, and I battled with the idea for the first few months we were dating, constantly wondering why I had that feeling, and if I really was going to be with him. Well here we are 15 months later, and it turns out that feeling was pretty darn legit.

1 comment:

  1. you already have a countdown, this is kinda cute and kinda gross. Maybe i say gross do to jealousy. Also it looks like morgan was looking for a woman 8 times your size by the size of that shirt, just sayin'.