Life As A Wilson

Well the time has come to say goodbye to this blog. Click here lifeasawilson.blogspot.com to find me and Brian's adventure's as a married couple. :) Peace out.

I'm engaged!

Yep, the rumors are true. People have been placing bets on whether or not me & Brian would get married for nearly a year now. I can hardly believe it's happening, but I get to marry my best friend on June 1st in the St. George temple. His name is Brian and he is the nicest, hardest working, most patient, and one of best boys in the whole world.

It's kind of a long story but I'll try to sum it up. Last year around this time, I was not interested in dating any boys and I wasn't planning on getting married for a couple years at least. My mind was set and I was not budging. Then one lovely day Brian (and 2 other boys) showed up on my doorstep with brownies. I appreciated the nice gesture, made conversation, thanked them and sent them on their way....and ate the brownies. Little did I know the power of brownies.

I started hanging out with these boys and we had a lot of fun group activities just as a ward family. Brian and me clicked instantly and spent many a late night chatting, laughing, and etc. We would talk about the other guys that had crushes on me in the ward, while he kept quiet about his own secret crush.

As we became closer friends, the time came that we had to decide whether or not we were going to date. Anyone and everyone that remotely knows us will agree that me and Brian were...always together but never officially dating. We unofficially dated on and off for close to a year until he decided to move to Provo for school.

I hate to admit but I cried on the spot when he told me he was moving. And a lot of tears came in the months preceding his move. This is just another witness to me that my Heavenly Father knows me way better than I know myself. When I found out Brian was moving I realized just how close of a friend he had become.

Once he moved to Provo, I spent every other weekend driving up to Provo- while he spent the other weekends driving down. We finally decided it was time to figure out whether or not we were going to get married or not. So...we decided to break up and see what happened. Translated, the "break up" involved a sad 5 hour goodbye on the phone. We didn't even make it a week before we knew that was not the best choice.

He randomly showed up on my doorstep from Provo with my favorite kind of ice cream and that pretty much settled it. Two weeks later we were engaged and in 10 weeks we will be married!

It's been a long hard road...especially for someone who is as stubborn as I am. But it has also been a really happy adventure, and I'm excited for it to continue.

One of the biggest things I have learned from this whole experience is that I really don't know anything and that I have a lot to learn. And that sometimes- you just have to get out of your own way and let God take over, he always takes such good care of his kids. :) And I am so thankful for that!

When patience runs thin

It has been raining all day in St. George today & the weather seems to match my mood.
I am so sick of "adults" telling everyone to enjoy being a young single adult and referring to us as if our lives are perfect and we have no problems, just because we aren't married.

I realize that life is going to get harder once I'm married. and then even harder once I have kids. But at the same time, just because I am a 20 year old young single adult does not mean I have no feelings, problems, or struggles in life.

Speaking for all young single adults, more specifically ones in the LDS world- it gets really annoying to hear about how easy our lives are. Yet we are constantly being told that this is the most important time in our lives and we need to get married to the right person. And we are constantly being told that it is the biggest decision we will ever make (I agree) and not to screw it up. Not to mention the fact that if you are an LDS girl who makes it to 24 years old, people start wondering what's the matter with you. And in the meantime, all of your friends are happily getting married to the man of their dreams, graduating from college, and moving on with their lives. While I am still here, trying to figure it all out. These are only eternal decisions that affect the rest of my life. No stress, right?

And while I'm complaining, I miss high school, and last summer. Right now I live with the two MOST antisocial girls in the world...or in other words, I live by myself. My best friend lives in Provo. My home is in Idaho. And I am here, just going to school. and trying to figure things out. still. Patience is one of those lessons that you just have to learn by experience, and most days it is something that I have to focus on. Today I'm not doing too well.

I just have one more thing to get out. When I am a mother, I will not be rude or ignorant to people that my children date. I will do my best to realize that everyone is human & no one is perfect, no matter how much I want my kids to find someone that is perfect in every way- that is never going to happen. Being rude to them only makes matters worse and it does not help the situation at all. I know I know, I don't understand the whole "protective mother" thing because I am not a mother yet. However, don't you think if you REALLY loved your child, you would learn to get out of the way so they could live their life and learn from it? Just like you had the option to do when you were young?  Just a thought. And if that isn't enough, whoever your son or daughter is marrying(Or even DATING for that matter. They don't have to be married to have feelings) is A PERSON. with feelings. and hopes. and dreams. and everything else. . So they should be treated as such, rather than just some observer at the dinner table when they make the effort to come to your house for dinner. Because trust me, they aren't coming for the food...so be nice.

Sheesh.

Ok just had to get that out. I'm done. Tomorrow will be better.