.pc. .sarah from lindsay jane photography.
.emma + wade.
.(according to emma).
Every story has a beginning.
Ours started when we met online.
Yes. Online.
I still feel a little strange about it sometimes,
but hey, it worked out right?
After that, figuring out our friendship
After that, figuring out our friendship
and then dating Wade felt so easy.
We gobbled up the time we got to spend together.
I couldn't get enough of him.
The year and a half of sleep deprivation
we experienced while we were dating
proves that.
One thing you've got to know about Wade
One thing you've got to know about Wade
is that he is one sneaky guy.
He LOVES surprises.
So when that little velvet box
came out of his pocket on
Friday, February 12th, 2010,
you can bet I was surprised.
Here’s a list of the sneaky things
Wade did following up to “the” big moment.
First, one day while I was at work,
he asked my parents if he could give me
a different last name.
My Dad cried.
My mom told him that she thought
he was up to the task of protecting me.
Second, Wade paid off
our favorite movie theater
to let him interrupt the preview
s to use the screen to propose to me.
Third, he acquired the all important
(and admittedly gorgeous) ring.
Why propose at a movie theater?
Good question fellow blog-reader.
For the most part, Wade and I have
usually seen every movie a theater
is playing at any given time
and have to constantly wait for something
we haven't seen yet to come out.
Basically, the staff at
our local theater knows us by name.
Needless to say, we really love the place.
Short version of proposal:
Short version of proposal:
The previews stop and a powerpoint starts playing.
One slide after another presents
the audience with
line after line
of a gooshy, sappy, lovely poem (of sorts).
Emma, clueless, almost leans over to Wade to say
"I bet you that someone is about to get proposed to."
Without warning,
Emma's name pops up at the end of the poem
and she looks over to see a shaking Wade
presenting her with a
big ole shiny rock on a circle of gold.
A "YES!!!!!" ensued.
The movie theater claps and titters its approval.
8 months later.
8 months later.
THE big day.
SLC temple.
Blimpie luncheon
(yes you read that right, it’s another one of our favorites).
Dance party and
Nutella-filled cake at the reception.
9 months after that
9 months after that
(aka: now)
=9 month anniversary
=9 stinkin' great months
So.
Why did my story
make it on
Husband and Me's
"Great Love" series?
Good question.
I don't really have the answer.
How do you classify "great" love, maybe it’s just “great” to us?
All I know is that Wade makes me laugh every single day.
He can also drive me bonkers.
I’m convinced that his dimples will be the death of me.
The drive home from school/work is
TORTURE
because I can't wait to get my hug and kiss when I walk in the door.
When he starts a new project,
the determination he exudes
makes me catch my breath.
The kindness he shows to our dogs
puzzles me because
how could such a gentle man
be encased in such a tough-looking exterior?
And when I ever stop to think
about what my life would be like without him in it,
my throat seizes up and
my vision gets a little hazy
because it wouldn't be much of a life at all.
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.if that love story
didn't take your breath away
i don't know what will.
.we want more.
.send em' on.
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