my ring, and this blog

This is my engagement ring, which now doubles as a wedding ring. It’s quite versatile.

I’ve probably said this a million times, but I wish that I had been keeping a journal at the time that Tyson and I started dating. That was a really exciting time, and I wish I could remember every detail. I do remember the day we found my ring, though.

We had decided that we wanted to get married and had started looking around for rings. Part of me wanted the ring to be a surprise, and a bigger part of me wanted to have a say on something that I would be wearing for the rest of my life.

We found my ring at the second jewelry store that we went into, a few days into our search. I had tried on almost every ring there, and everything just looked awkward and did not fit with who I thought I was or who I wanted to be.
Then we found it.

The jeweler told us that the details on the side were Celtic love knots, that they symbolized past, present, and future, with the bigger diamond representing the present. I love my ring. I think there’s a quiet dignity in it. It doesn’t scream, “Look at me,” but it doesn’t need to. I knew that every time I looked down at my ring, I would be reminded to live in the present, instead of in the past, where my nostalgia sometimes takes me, or in the future, where my anxiety always takes me. I could look down and be reminded of love in the present tense, at the center of something beautiful, though supported by the reminder of yesterday and the hope of tomorrow.

This is one of the reasons why I decided to finally start writing about our lives. Writing helps me sort through the mess in my head. It helps me prioritize. It helps me remember the past and appreciate the present, keeping the future at bay.

Speaking of the future… We’re moving in less than a month– a different state, a different time zone, a different adventure. As excited as we are to move forward, we’re also saddened by all the people and places we will be leaving behind. We wanted a way to have a conversation with those people, like we would if we could– when you talk about the past and how you were always late to class in high school, the present and how your hair has not been cooperating with you all day, and the future and how you want to visit New York someday. This is our little way of having a conversation with all of our friends and family that we are leaving behind as we move on to the next chapter in our lives. It’s our way of saying, “Hello. We miss you. We love you. These are the stories we would tell you if we could see you right now.”

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our story from his point of view, beginning with his story*

I was born on the11th of May in the year 1990 and was destined to be raised in the calm and quiet suburb of Irvine. It felt that my life was destined to be a dull life, but I made a conscious effort to liven it up. I began my dare-devil career early, with simple stunts such as rolling in wagons down hills, riding wax paper on slides, tree climbing, and park bench jumping. I lived a rather normal life and started my education career at an early age. In fact, I excelled so well in preschool that they kept me another year (others would have you believe the contrary). I didn’t let my educational career get in the way of my dare-devil ways, and my broken arm the summer of 19xx/200x is a testament to that. This made the beginning of my 2nd grade start out roughly, but I pulled through and began expanding my interests. In the 4th grade, I started learning to play the violin, which I quickly ditched for the trumpet in the 5th grade, having come to the realization the violin was not my forte. In the 6th grade I started piano lessons, adding another instrument to my repertoire. I graduated elementary school and moved onto middle school, where I added planes and roller coasters to my list of passions. Middle school then led to high school, where I became a member of the marching band, and came to the realization that I would eventually want to be a pilot. Many friends were made in high school and summers were spent working at the local water park. After the close of my High School career upon in 2009, I prepared myself to depart on my mission to the Guatemala City North mission. I spent my time serving there until March when I had to return home early. After that, I began going to Orange Coast College, where I started learning to fly, thus beginning on the path to my career as a pilot. However, this was not all that occurred. It was during that summer of 2010 that I first met Brenda; my favorite memory of that summer with her was our first FHE together. It involved us being tied together at the arms. Forget 7 seconds in Heaven, this to me was Heaven. Nonetheless, it wasn’t until October that we began hanging out more consistently, usually at the institute. By November we were spending more time together, and come January I was just so head over heels for her that I had to ask her to be my girlfriend to steal the kiss I had been wanting to steal since that first FHE together. As we grew closer together and more in love, it became obvious that we both wanted to be with each other forever, so we looked for rings and I worked my butt off to save some money. On July 9th, 2011, I asked her to be mine forever. And the rest? Well that’s still to come.

*This was first written by Tyson for our wedding website, which we never really got around to publishing, which is a shame, because it’s super cute, though unfinished. Intrigued? Here it is:

http://www.mywedding.com/tysonandbrendaforever/

the beginning: a love story

If you must know, I haven’t always known that we would be together forever. We met in the spring, and I thought nothing of it. By the beginning of fall, I knew that I wanted to get to know him better. Before the beginning of winter, I knew that I wanted to marry him. We were married a few days before the beginning of spring, a beginning on the anniversary of our first beginning.

Looking back, I wish that I had written everything down– every word he said that made me fall in love with him, every feeling that shocked me by how familiar it was. Falling in love with him was like seeing a line from my favorite song written in chalk on the sidewalk– unexpected but strangely beautiful and completely my own, even though I really had nothing to do with it. It was like coming home to clean sheets after a long day. Is there a way to not sound like a fourteen year old girl when explaining how falling in love feels? I guess I never thought to write it down because I was too busy enjoying it, breathing every moment in, thinking that I could never forget any detail of something that made me feel so alive.

We have been married for three months now, and most nights, I go to bed wondering how I got so lucky. I replay a few of my favorite memories, the ones that I hope make it on to the montage that one supposedly sees before they die:

The blue-eyed boy that I first saw at church that spring day when I had glitter on my hands and too many questions on my mind.
The night he told me that he liked me outside of my apartment as he hugged me like he was sending me off to war.
The day I sat next to him and listened to him as he bore his testimony, realizing that I wanted to love him forever, and that if he asked me to marry him, I would have to say yes.
The night he did ask, and I did say yes.
And finally, that same boy, kneeling across from me in the most sacred place, as we made promises to each other and to our God, the God who we feel has been so intimately concerned with our union.

If you must know, I haven’t always known that we would be together forever. I had no way of knowing that the blue-eyed boy that I had met in church on that spring day would one day be my blue-eyed boy. But on that spring day, in that sacred place, I knew. I knew that we would be together forever.

For time and all eternity. With true love, there is no other way.