I {almost} remember it like it was yesterday….

I remember walking into church, in a new city, and thinking how many cute boys were there. There I was, 13 year old little Misty, engaging in this nerve-wracking endeavor of moving to a new city. My dad had just gotten a new job and we moved from a small Wyoming town to a small Washington town. There was NO one my age at church. Only kids older and younger than me. I don’t remember JUST when I met Justin, but I do remember me and another girl making fun of him because he was so short. (HA! I’m such a meany). We would stand next to this cute little less-than 5′ kid, and make fun of him because he hadn’t gone through puberty yet. haha!!!! Jerks.

There he is…the cute short one on the left. 🙂

Then it was like one summer it happened. Puberty struck and the little less-than 5′ kid turned into an almost 6′ kid. And he was just as cute ;). Some how in the mix of all the good lookin’ boys in the town, I ended up talking to another boy, and quickly cut that off because I didn’t like how much my mom liked him. HA! I was always loving things that my parents didn’t approve of, and that was just too pleasing to her.

Justin was a quiet kid (let’s be honest, he still is). We never talked, I don’t think, like EVER, but there were many a text messages exchanged. That and MSN messenger until the wee-hours of the morning. (Our children will never know what that was like.) Fast-forward and we kind-of dated. If you count making-out in his car after football games, and texting all the time dating. HAHAHAHA! But I don’t think we ever really went on dates except for the school dances we went to together.

Before my junior year (Justin’s Senior year), we moved again. We broke up (I broke his heart), and I starting hanging out with my new friends from my new town, but I always kept him in mind. We would chat on MSN messenger every once in a while, he would tell me I was lame, and how dumb I was (ha. it was kind of mean. but then I did break his heart.) But we both kind of moved on.

Life happened, years went by, we talked off and on. I dated some ‘interesting’ guys (for lack of a better word…really, there’s not a lack of words, just trying to be nice), but Justin was always there. He was there when I had a boyfriend go to jail for flipping out on his mom and sister. I cried to him ALL night and told him how horrible it was. How crazy my boyfriend was. And he listened. He let me cry. And told me something along the lines like “you know you could change that.”

SMACK!!!! Right in the face. If he was a snake, he would have bit me. I realized I didn’t have to keep dating all these dumb guys. I could date him again. Be safe. Not have to worry about him going to jail (hahaha. seriously though.) And that was exactly what I did. We started talking more and more, my boyfriend ended up getting out of jail (I seriously can’t believe this is my real story as i’m typing this), and I broke up with him. Over the phone. Because I really didn’t want to see him again.

Then it happened. Justin learned he could talk to me, though I do most of the talking 99% of the time. We didn’t have to just text each other. We hung out more, then started ACTUALLY dating. We’d hang out with friends. It was pretty great. Then I started thinking, things are so great, he probably is never going to want to get married. We were together a little over a year when I probably broke down and finally asked if he ever would. It turned out, he was ready, but he was worried that I wouldn’t ever want to. Talk about lack of communication!

We ended up going ring shopping shortly after that. I found one that I loved, and after I saw the price tag thought there was NO WAY I would ever get it, but at least he knew what kind of style I liked, and could take it from there. I wasn’t too worried. Then it happened.

I was living with my parents because I had moved back home from Spokane for a job in Moses Lake. On “work nights” (you know instead of school nights) Justin would come over to their house, we’d watch tv, just be lazy, and hang out. This night we were sitting there and he told me he had gotten me something. He went out to his car and brought in this pink gift bag. I figured it was lotion from bath and body works or something and starting pulling out the tissue paper, and there is was. The maroon leather ring box. I looked at him….”Seriously!?” I pulled the box out of the bag and opened it. It was THE ring that I had loved at the jewelers. He totally spoils me. He asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and few months later, we got married.

October 15, 2010.

It was an intimate little ceremony. Mostly family and a few close friends (mainly because we didn’t want to fork out ZILLIONS of dollars just for the wedding).

In the short 5 years, we had some amazing times as well as some not-so-fun super scary times. If you want to know more about that, you can head over to my Introduction Friday posts here.

This boy loves me more than I think I deserve a lot of the time. He’s my other half. The sanity to my craziness. He spoils me beyond belief. He will argue with me, even though he hates it. He laughs at my stupid jokes. Take me wakeboarding when i’m DYING to go. Let’s me love guns, and big trucks, and fast cars, and motorcycles, and DOESN’T give me a hard time because of it.  I can’t wait to spend eternity with him.  Oh, and I love him most. 🙂

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