I slowly became interested in the church, so my curiosity was being overwhelming.
I began meeting with the missionaries the end of October, start of November.
No offense but when I thought of missionaries I thought of creepy little boys who were heaven bent on getting me wet. Literally.
Well I was meeting at a friends parents house with the missionaries because my family is against the church.
Well I opened the door and there stood this red head. I was confused, he was cute. We talked and he proved to be more and more normal and I fell for him more and more.
December 1st I was baptized. It was really cool because I was his first baptism, his first convert, everything.
He was the one that confirmed me, and it was even funnier because once he confirmed me (he had told me prior that he is so scared he was going to mess up) well I was confirmed in front of everyone in church that Sunday, so my nervous overbearing self decided to say (accidentally pretty loud) “SEE I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN’T MESS UP!”
He turned so red, looked at me and said, go sit down.
Hahaha.
I remember the first time I had them over for dinner at MY ACTUAL house, I was cooking all day to make enchiladas, needless to say it was a waist. They came out horrible, I ruined it, everyone had only 1. But Ryan, he went back for seconds, thirds, he even had 4. When I whispered to him, Hey I know they suck you don’t have to eat them, he said no he wanted to, they were pretty good (total lie).
At that moment I knew he would make a woman proud one day. I so badly wanted her to be me, but I knew he deserved someone better.
Someone, not so, different.
It was a Thursday and thurday is volley ball night at the church, it is also the night they came and stayed with a family in town. Well they stopped by the church, and somehow I used my power of pursuasian to convince him and his companion to play, they immeaditely joined in on my team. It was the 3 of us in the front I was in the middle. The ball was coming over the net it was perfect for me to block, I called out mine, but right when I did, a tall ginger yelled got it, jumped into the air pushing me onto my back on the ground and him stepping over me, I screamed and covered my head scared he was going to step on me on the way down, I remember looking up after a minute, he was so red, so embarrassed he helped me up and apologized so many times it was unbelievable. His companion was crying he was laughing so hard.
When I first moved to Idaho, I was a run away, I ran from my mom, step dad, everyone. I changed my number and it all, and basically deleted everyone from my life. Well one night I took my grandmothers phone and I talked to my mom, her and I were fighting so I went upstairs so my grandma could hear what she was saying to me, I was crying. I wasn’t crying I was sobbing, I was a wreck, mascara was falling down my face, and I was in a onesie. (it was Christmas time don’t judge). And all of a sudden my door bell rings so I give the phone to my grandma and went down stairs, (the door is right by the stairs, and it’s a glass door so you could see me perfectly from outside) I look and its ryan and his companion… they saw me and start laughing… I was so embarrassed I opened the door and was like one minute. Closed the door and left them outside in snow while I changed then invited them in. hahaha. They could tell I had been crying. Ryan looked at me with such soft sad eyes, later on I ended up having a talk with his companion, and he told me that they were at a families house, and he had this feeling that I was in trouble, he had a prompting that he needed to see me. So that’s what he did.
We did a bunch of activities together…
But one Thursday I was at the church playing volleyball and basically what happened was I was sitting there and I had a seizure. I felt it was coming on and told my friends to call and then it happened. The ambulance was called. Well my name wasn’t given to the ambulance, nor my gender, nor what happened. And basically Ryan and his new companion were at dinner with the ambulance drivers at their house, and when they got the call, he had a gut feeling it was me, so he followed the ambulance and actually got to the church and gave me a blessing before I was sent off. The whole situation was horrible. But he was there every step afterward him and his companion making sure I was okay.
A few weeks later, I am told I need to see a specialist in Arizona, that whats going on is a mystery it is serious.
Well, saying good bye to him was the hardest thing I had ever done. We stood there awkwardly looking at eachother before him and his companion left. Just staring, he looked so sad, I just wanted a hug and to be told that it was going to be okay. I wanted so badly to hear it would be okay, that he loved me.
But we said good bye with tears in our eyes and a handshake, that is how I spent 5 months falling for this man harder and harder. With every scripture he quoted, every sarcastic joke he said. Every clumsy act. Well I am in Arizona have been for a while now, and we wrote eachother, he actually wrote to my house the day that I left. It took him 3 weeks of writing for him to admit how he feels. It feels great because our feelings grow stronger, we both know it.
He says the best part, is we weren’t expecting eachother, God just put us there for eachother, perfectly.
I was his first area he served. 11 days after I moved in September he left for the mtc, then got sent to carey.
It went perfect. He hurt his knee so his mission got postponed if it handnt if everything didn’t mess up, fix and change, I would of never met the man that has made eternity not sound scary.
And that Is how I met my missionary. Now I hopefully will be returning back to Idaho soon, but what this means, is I will no longer be in contact with him… for more then a year. But you know what… I am okay with that. Because 2 years means nothing to the potential of eternity. His heart is locked to mine, and mine to his.
That is my perfectly imperfect love story. But its mine, and that is the best.
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