Our story is fairly simple. That cliche "met in our BYU student ward" story.
Phil served a mission in Minnesota. Isn't he adorable?
I served in Brasil.
We came home and I spoke in sacrament meeting our first week (Knowing the Bishop doesn't always have its perks.) He said he wanted to date me from that day on, but we didn't even talk to each other for about eight months. He says he talked to me first; I remember otherwise.
Regardless, we had an amazing time together for about a month, and then he had to go back to Idaho. This is how we spent the rest of that summer...
Nothing was better than being with him. We had tons of adventures together. Lots of eating, lots of laughing, and plenty of love. Then, I finally convinced him to marry me. We couldn't be happier.
