So, I am recently a married woman. I must say I love it. It's not too much different from before we were married. I mean really, what could change after spending pretty much every waking moment with a person over about 2 years? I wonder what people think sometimes when they get married? That he will miraculously WANT to watch TLC with me? I'm ok with that, I'll only watch the Jazz willingly. Any other team will be whined at until the channel is changed:)
I once had an ex co-worker tell me that our manager really thought that things would change once they were married. That things in life would suddenly become so much better. Not to say that am more mature then this girl (except that I am, and I call her a girl because she was a terrible manager who acted more like a 15 year old on a power trip then anything) but I just wasn't quite so unaware of the fact that marriage is hard.
Any who the point of this post is not to be negative in anyway. But what I really wanted to talk about was my awesome husband
We met in early spring of 2008. He had just gotten off an LDS mission in San Jose Cal, and we had mutual friends who were dating (and are now married...go figure its Provo) My dear friend Jennifer told me she really wanted to set her boyfriend Ryan's friend (Stephen) up on a date with someone and I was willing to go on the blind date. It was free food after all, and being a poor cosmetology student I was all sorts of down with having some free food. There was one thing I noticed though. "Jolley is that like a nickname or his real name?" I asked Jen. "I think that's his last name. Actually not sure what his first name is." She responded. I stopped walking and a light bulb went off in my head "You realize that if things work out with this kid that my name would be Jillian Jolley.That's almost as bad as Julia Gulia." And go figure things did work out. Not on our first date. That was pretty disastrous to be honest. He stood me up. I went and hung out with other guy friends and then Jen Ryan and Stephen ended up going over to those guy friends apt where we ended up watching a very dumb movie that neither of us can remember the name. Except Stephen likes to call it Rumpelstiltskin. I had purple hair so he thought I was "wild" and he was an RM so I thought he was awkward. Like i said it was a disastrous first date.
I went home to the GORGEOUS state of Oregon for my brothers wedding and really thought nothing of him. Just another Provo Blind Date. When I got back to Utah he was roommates with Ryan and I was roommates with Jen naturally we spent a bit of time together. There was the one day we all decided to tie dye. Jen Ryan I and Eric were going to meet Jolley (as everyone else besides me and Stephens family calls him) at the to get supplies. We took Eric's shiny black Mustang convertible on a crazy drive through Provo into Orem. I had been in a serious accident earlier that year and was thoroughly scared out of my mind from this thrill ride. That day Jolley became my night in shining armor by telling me I could get a ride back into Provo with him. I think that is where my crush began. A little one, nothing significant that's for sure because at the time I was completely smitten with another older and wiser man. likely too old for me too. I was still a Beehive (our churches equivalent to a 12-13 year old girl) when this man went on his mission. The more I got to know Stephen tho the less smitten with the much older and wiser one and the more I grew to care for Mr Stephen Jolley, but that was after quite a while. We both found out that we really don't like PDA. Jen and Ryan were the kind of couple who liked to stare fondly into each others eyes and whisper sweet nothings into each others ears. GAG ME! "Wanna go do something else?" The Knight said to me one day. "YES PLEASE!"
And we went on our first REAL date.
I didn't realize at the time that it was a date. I don't think he did either. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I wanted to go on a walk. It was a pretty day at the end of may and very warm so I thought it was appropriate. We hoped into his car which I found odd. We were just going on a walk. Couldn't we just walk around town?Apparently not. We drove for what seemed like forever until we stopped on the side of a mountain 2 cities north of Provo. (But its really not hard to do that when you are in Utah County. I really think that they should just call Orem and Provo Provem, considering there is really no physical distinction between the two city's except a very slight hill.) This wasn't going to be a walk. This was a hike. UGH. I cant quite explain the feelings I used to have about hikes. I had to hike up my hill to get to my house every day from kindergarten until I was a sophomore in high school. I didn't like walking up hill. It makes me sweaty smelly and I just look stupid doing it. That and the only real hike I had ever been on before was up a huge mountain in girls camp that I swore to myself I would never do again. I tried to make and excuse, I was wearing sandals. He thwarted that excuse saying had and extra pair of flip flops in his car the he could wear just to make it fair. So we started our ascent. I tried so hard to hold in the feeling that I was going to die of embarrassment. We were close to the top of our hike and I decided to tell Stephen I was a wimp and couldn't make it any further.
And that is how we began
I love my husband. I can honestly say that he is my best friend. I'd rather go with him to the tropical islands of Hawaii than with Heath Ledger (Rest in Peace). Now I say that's love!
I would keep writing about my Stephen Ray but I am going to go work out in the morning and I need some sleep.
I LOVE STEPHEN JOLLEY
I LOVE STEPHEN JOLLEY
