Over at Moms Are for Everyone, Emery Jo has been sharing the story of how she and Chris became She and Chris. As I’ve read her experiences, I can’t help feeling guilty that I’ve never shared my own love story. I have most of Scotty’s and my history documented in journals from my teenage years, but the story is written in true psycho-fifteen-year-old-girl-with-a-pathetic-crush fashion, and I just feel like I need to rerecord our history from an adult perspective, you know, with out the OH MY GOSH!!! I HOPE HE LIKES ME aspect of things.

 

During our first year of marriage, I started typing Our Story on my old computer. There’s a possibility that the story is still out there somewhere on a floppy disk, but as far as I know, it’s gone forever, and all I can do is start from scratch and hope that my distant memories will suffice.

 

Over the next week or two, I’m going to share Our Story with you in short chapters, but to do so, I need to tell you a little bit about our religious background. Scotty and I are Mormons. I generally don’t discuss the specifics of my religion on my blog because I don’t know where everyone stands in their opinion and knowledge of the LDS faith, but because our religion is a key factor in how Scotty and I became Us, there is a high likelihood that I’ll include some LDS terminology in my posts.

 

As I’m sure it is with many religions, there are a lot of misconceptions about the Mormon faith. We’re not polygamists. I know that would make this series all the more interesting, but you won’t be reading anything about Scotty’s other wives because he doesn’t have any. He does, however, have a girlfriend named Veronica who leaves intimate messages on his voice mail in a lovely French accent (don’t tell, Scotty, but it’s really just me. Hee hee).

 

And now, with that tid bit of information out of the way, I can begin sharing Our Story.

 

I don’t recall the exact moment I met Scotty. We were in the same ward as children, but I was not actively attending church at that time. I imagine I first met Scotty at Youth Conference when I was twelve because that was the first church activity I attended.

 

It was when I was fourteen years old that Scotty became interesting to me. By that time, he had moved out of our ward boundaries, but he still attended our church meetings and activities from time to time. One evening, we were on the lawn of the church playing a game that requires all of the players to stand in a circle and grab random hands until a massive knot of arms and legs is created. Then everyone has to work together weaving over and under each others limbs without letting go until the knot is untangled. Sixteen-year-old Scotty grabbed my hand from across the circle, and I had instant butterflies.

 

I watched him closely for the rest of the night. I was shy, but my friend, Melinda, was outgoing, and she became my tool. It was through Melinda that Scotty became approachable. That night the three of us played basketball in the church gym together, and when I went home, I wrote in my journal that I would marry Scotty.

 

To be continued…