Not-So-Classic Love Story
He had a filthy mustache and was wearing a pea green sweater with a unicorn he had hand stitched into the back. It was not love at first sight.
I was the ward photographer. The first week I stood on a chair and photographed each member of the ward as my best friend took their numbers. She told this boy, Grant Horrocks, he and I had the same area code. He asked me where I was from then claimed he was from the same place after I had told him. I thought he was lying since there was only one stake back home and I would know him. But it was true, we went to rival high schools and he never attended a single stake dance.
We found the coincidence funny (even more-so when it turned out my mother and his sister were in the same calling together) but he was somewhat engaged and I was about to say goodbye to my boyfriend as he left on a mission. But we went laser tagging.
He had a motorcycle. He danced on top of his truck to “Shine Bright like a Diamond” as it drove slowly down the street. He went pond skimming and got my jeep and two other trucks stuck in the snow at the ice caves for over 7 hours on General Conference weekend. How could I not fall in love with him?
Our first date he took me to the windmills out by Idaho Falls.
Our first kiss was in the rain on top of the Kirkham building on campus.
Our last night together before I left to work at Disney World he made his own lanterns for me like the ones from Tangled because it was my favorite movie.
After four months of separation (and much Skyping) we were back together and more in love than ever before.
A couple months later he proposed to me at the windmills with lanterns and a brilliant ring.
We were married three months later in the Sacramento temple on New Years Eve. Our wedding colors consisted of only blues. Everyone wore blue.
Our first couple of weeks as a married couple has been the greatest adventure of my life and I am elated to spend everyday for forever this way.
P.s. He did shave his mustache eventually.