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Married at 22: How We Met

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I talk a lot about being married.

It’s wonderful, and I think our relationship warrants a little bit of attention. Chad, my husband, deserves the world. A little corner of my blog pales in comparison to the space he takes up in my heart.

Cheesy, but true.

I recently noticed that I haven’t explicitly described meeting Chad, or how he came to propose. Here’s the highlight reel:

  • high school sweethearts
  • small, small town roots
  • under the stars
  • made-for-tv moments

If you’d like a bit more detail, see below.

 

Everyone Knows Everyone

Chad and I both grew up in the small, isolated town of Gunnison, Colorado. Many locals can attest to a singular truth: if you grow up in the valley, everyone knows everyone. You are never really introduced.

When we were 9 years old, Chad and I played on the same baseball team. We were the Pirates. I distinctly remember telling my dad about a boy named Chad—I didn’t like him much, because he wore white baseball pants to practice.

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Several years later, I found out that Chad was my best friend’s cousin. We often ran in the same family circles, with impromptu lunches in their grandparent’s’ kitchen or at George holiday barbecues. One year Laura asked me to come with her to a poker night at Chad’s house, though I had no clue how to play.

Chad and I were casual acquaintances; throughout high school he would shoot me messages to check in—he’d ask how I was, how softball was going, if I thought about my summer plans. Each time we’d have a brief, polite conversation that never lasted long.

During my junior year of high school, I decided to extend that conversation. It didn’t take long for messages to evolve into morning study sessions at school, hugs in the parking lot, and a sincere exchange at Mochas Coffee House, where he asked me to be his girlfriend.

We’ve been together ever since: through a year of distance after Chad left for college at Colorado School of Mines, living in different cities as I pursued a degree at University of Colorado Denver, and years of growing into ourselves as separate adults, side-by-side.

The Proposal

 

On our first date, Chad and I went on a walk around his neighborhood. We decided to go to a nearby park, where we laid on the grass and looked at the stars. Throughout our relationship, we’ve looked fondly back at that evening, and have ever since tried to pause to glance upward at night.

In November 2016, we celebrated our 5 year anniversary in Winter Park, Colorado. We went out to dinner, then Chad suggested that we find somewhere to look at the stars, just like we did on our first date. Once we drove around, nearly got his Jeep stuck in the mud, and found a private park, we peered at the stars through the darkness.

Chad then knelt down on one knee, and very sweetly said, “We started looking at the stars 5 years ago. Will you keep looking at them with me for the rest of our lives?” I instantly said yes, and we had a new memory to celebrate.

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21 thoughts on “Married at 22: How We Met

  1. Awwww! This is so cute! I love that he actually asked you to be his girlfriend… And reading about his proposal just made my heart melt. <3

    1. Thank you so much! It’s pretty cute. 🙂 We talked a LOT before deciding that we liked each other, and how it would go down if we wanted to be together—I think I wanted to be asked, lol! Thanks for reading and for your kind words! ❤️

    1. That is so kind of you to say! I am definitely one of the lucky ones. And it sounds like you are too! Congrats! I hope you have an amazing engagement and future marriage! It’s just about the best thing ever. Thanks for reading! 🙂

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