A story of what had changed my life

Jason and I are here doing homework. He is writing a 4 page essay on an event on another person's perspective for his Communications class. As I am writing a whatever page essay on something that has changed my life.

Jason chose about the story when that guy on the 4th of July who had jumped in the Snake River just before the firework show.
I chose the time I met Jason and the events leading up to it.

After having written it I have decided to share with you all. You honestly don't have to read it all. My grammar isn't great and for some reason I can't explain myself at times and tell stories, but I love writing.

ENJOY!!

    It all started off on a warm sunny Sunday afternoon as I was sitting down during sacrament meeting waiting with full of excitement. I was sitting on the middle on the third row with a bunch of my friends, knowing what my excitement was all about. As soon as men passed out the bread and water and sat back down; I looked back again and saw him. A huge smile appeared on my face, as I suddenly got really nervous. One of my guy friends who had passed out the sacrament sat next to me, hoping that my friend Dave and his friend could sit next to me. As Dave and his friends opened the doors, they went straight to the back on the hard chairs. I suddenly stood up walked out to the isle and saw him once again with Dave. A huge smile came on his face as my face turned red and as I thought I was going to sit next to them, I headed to the bathroom instead to check myself in the mirror and to breath. I have never saw this guy in person in my life and now I finally have, and he is very handsome.

    Now, who is this guy and how did I meet him? It all started back in August 2008 when I went to an event called Education Week in Provo, Utah with my parents. I had this friend back home, Jeremy that I met through a youth conference and through many other friends that I made. Jeremy knew I was going to Education Week with my parents and knew I needed someone my age to go with. He couldn’t go, but he had friends that he met the previous year and knew who were going. Jeremy had me call this girl, Kelsie up as I was sitting in one of the classes. I did and we became friends instantly. I got her and other friends of hers to hang out with the rest of the week. Along with those friends of hers, I met this guy name Trent. Whom I also became instant friends with and got along as well. Near the end of the week, Trent and I have gotten a lot closer as friends and wanted to spend every moment with each other. Through out the months of Trent and I being with each other and helping him get ready for his mission to Thailand, it was time to say goodbye, or “see ya later” I hate saying goodbye and instead always use see ya later now. As he was about to leave to Utah to the MTC, I had made great friends with Trent’s best friend, Dave.

    Dave and I became very close friends but never anything serious. We both didn’t have those kinds of feelings toward each other. Mostly because I was too much like him, which creeped himself out and also I was dating his best friend. Through out the months of me visiting Trent’s family, Dave, Kelsie, and my new friends from Education Week; who happed to live about 4 hours away from where I lived. Once it was time for Dave to go on his mission to Dominican Republic, there were no guys my age around. I was writing to a bunch of my guy friends and including my guy friend’s companions and their companions later on, because writing to only my missionary wasn’t enough. I loved writing letters to people and it became a hobby. As I wrote to Trent, it became less and less along with Dave’s letters.

    One day, I had received a letter from Dave telling me about his trainer on the mission and how I had to write to him, because he was so amazing and would make anyone laugh. I took his advice to write to this guy. I already had the address anyways and got his name. I wrote to this elder and got a letter a month later. As I wrote his letter to me, I couldn’t stop laughing. Dave was right that he could make anyone laugh. I had enjoyed getting his letters more than my own missionary, Trent’s letters. This elder and I had written to each other for 8 months straight. April 2010 to December 2010. This elder had mentioned that I was his very first hand written letter his whole mission. He had left December 2008. He had a girl waiting for him back home, and never wrote to him. As I had moved out of my parents house and over to Southern California where Kelsie and everyone lived, I had my two friends who I was living with; Kim and Emily write to this elder who can make everyone laugh. As the day came when the Elder returned home, we ended up not talking, we Facebooked each other here and there and texted each other, but we had nothing serious. I remembered Dave writing me in May 2011 telling me how his trainer came back to Dominican Republic and can’t stop talking about me. I thought to myself that I should really get myself to talk to him again, but at the same time that was when I was in a relationship with my missionary who had returned home in February 2011.

    As July came around the corner, Trent and I ended things. We both were in love with each other, but there was something missing and we couldn’t completely see each other get married. We were each other’s idle eternal companions, but we weren’t meant to be eternal companions. I wasn’t sure why that had to be and now I had to think where I should go now. Trent was my whole life and now we aren’t even together anymore. We did stay friends for a bit, until one of us gotten married, which I had gotten married first, 4 months later he gotten married to wonderful women. We wished each other the best of luck and went our separate ways. As soon as Trent and I broke up, I was confused on what I should do next in my life. One day I was invited to a temple trip with the young single adults in my ward. I wasn’t totally up for It, but I ended up going anyways. As I got in the temple to do some baptisms for the dead, I got gotten answers to many of my questions that I have had. Only one of my questions had received the following day as I was reading the scriptures. I had to go ahead and go on a mission, at least that is what I had to do at the time. I talked to my bishop and started on my papers. Finished them about 2 months later because of dental work that had to get done. 10 Days later I received my call in the mail. Had a bunch of my friends and family came as I opened the call. I was called to the St. Louis, Missouri Mission, leaving February 1, 2012. Tears came rolling down my face, filled with excitement and nerves.

    The following week, I went to set appointments with my bishop and stake president for my endowments. I wanted to go into the temple, and not just baptisms for the dead, that I go every week with the YSA’s. I wanted to experience everything. Have more time to cope and more time to go in the temple and do work. As the weeks followed and as I watched General Conference, I was feeling not great about going on my mission. I brushed away those feelings and kept going on wanting to get my endowments and by moving forward. November 19^th, 2011: the day I had received my endowments with my friends and family. A lot of my guy friends who had returned home from their missions were ready to be there for me and gave me a lot of advice. It was a lot to take in on the first time, just as much as it does for many other people for their first time. I was glad that I had gone a couple months before to experience every moment in there. A week before I had received my endowments, Dave had returned home. A few weeks later, I had randomly asked Dave for the number of his trainer. I texted him one morning, took him possibly 2 minutes from waking up and texted back. As I was going to work and school and being with my friends, we were both texting each other non-stop. We were up late hours in the night texting each other. We couldn’t handle ourselves and couldn’t wait to meet each other in person. Which the next week, he was coming down to California with Dave, as he was in Utah visiting with family and friends. I finally get to meet this Elder guy. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen, we thought to each other what it would be like if we got together, how it would be like having him write to me and how it would be like if we ended up getting married. We were quite forward with each other.

    Then the day came, as I was sitting down on the third row with friends filled with excitement. As Jason Klingler came walking into those doors and sat down. As I walked back and seeing Jason’s smile once he saw me standing up. Knew it was me he was going to marry. It was literally love at first sight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Our first date, I had brought up the idea of us getting married, Jason agreed. The day Jason had returned back to New Mexico where his parents lived, he told his parents about me and his mom said; “Jason you finally found your wife” The following month, I had gone to visit Jason’s friends and family, just before I had to take off on my mission. Thinking about my mission and thinking about leaving Jason for 18 months scared me. Spending two whole weeks with Jason, his friends and his family got me thinking a lot on my decision on wanting to stay home, or keep going on my mission. Jason kept saying that he already knew the answer, knew it since the evening we met each other. I did a lot of praying and talking with my stake president. For some reason once he had said; “If I had known that you liked a guy, I would have never sent out those papers,” I then told him that I wasn’t going and that I’m going to marry this guy. It was the biggest decision that I have ever had to make, it sure beats going on a mission.

    I know I had made the right decision on staying home. Having told my stake president that I wasn’t going, he told me that he will take it from there. I only had 17 days left on about to go to the MTC. In April 2012, Jason finally proposed, which was a wonderful surprise to believe it or not. He came a week earlier than I originally thought. As I got to hang out with my friend Dave, Jason came out of nowhere and was down on one knee. I moved to Idaho Falls and it was the hardest time, because I had left my friends and family back in California. My parents had made me pay for the wedding and I just had to find a job as Jason was in school. Jason and I are coming up to a year of marriage and we are still happily married and still in love. Though there are times that we have our bad days and want to sleep in seprate rooms, which we found out that wasn’t such a great idea. Even when we just have those nights that we are completely happy, but we just need to sleep and either of us are taking up the whole bed or the covers, or if my husband is snoring and grinding his teeth. I love him dearly and I wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything ever.