!!!WANTED!!!

WANTED: BABY FACE TY

For being a stinker

(and his parents, for allowing it to happen)

A VALENTINE MEANT TO BE

 

THE VALENTINE'S DANCE

 If you weren't aware, Greg and me met in high school. 

Here's the story-shortened.

So, I'm 16, allowed to date, and it's a girl's choice dance. 

Who to ask? That's the problem.  Well, not to brag, but I've always kind of known things- like I know what's up without knowing what's up. Make sense? Good. I'll now continue...

No one that I knew sounded fun to take. I started to think of older grades. Hmmmm....

I noticed this guy in my art class. I didn't sit by him, but he always seemed like a fun guy.  I knew he was part of student council, and I knew his name was Greg Hunt. That's all I knew. Maybe I'll go out on a limb and take him. I don't dare. (I was pretty shy.)  I told my enthusiastic and not so shy best friend, and she ran with it. "I'll ask him for you!" Ya, I was one of those.  (At least I didn't put 500 balloons outside his window, and make him pop all of them, only to be covered with graffiti to find out who it was that might be taking him.)  Well, he says he thought it was a joke, and that he must be on candid camera.  He also said that he had this secret crush on me from the time he saw me. What are the chances? He already liked me. We had never spoken a word. I asked him out. 

 This was our first date. Documented in this cheesy picture. I had never curled my hair before. It looked terrible. I borrowed the dress, and wore flats. (Good thing, cause It looks like that would have made things more difficult. ) He had grown his hair to be quite high just so he'd be taller.  Ha ha. He is taller. Really.

 We were friends. Just friends.  I didn't like him as a boyfriend, but I loved him as a friend. Apparently, he pulled hard guy to protect his pride. I was hurt.

We went on a date right before he left on his mission. We wrote a few times. I fell in love with him, head over heels, while he was away for 2 years. He would say it's because he was an awesome missionary. I agree, and, I think I realized that he was the guy I was actually looking for. My brothers also liked him, and for some reason their approval was cool.  Lucky for me, he was still interested when he got home.  

And the rest is history.....

Awww, Amour......

MOLLY'S VOICE

I hope you can all take a minute to watch this short video of my sweet friend, Molly Jackson.  I love her, and have learned so much from her.  (and, her little boy Peter is  the cutest thing ever.) Cheers, Mol. Keep pushing forward!

MOLLY'S STORY ON KSL 5
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