I've been contemplating starting a blog for a while now...I have no clue why, but I just feel like it would be nice to have my own space to let it out. Be it happiness, sadness, excitement, or fear. Or even a place to brag about my family, my life, and share what is happening within it.
Obviously, at the age of 23 a lot has gone on in my life at this point. It is almost crazy to think that just 5 years ago I was fresh out of high school, ready to start my life, no clue which path I really wanted to take. Now, here I am. Happily married, a proud mom, and very close to buying our first house. It's amazing how far life can take you in 5 years, and almost bittersweet to look back and realize how fast it flew by.
I suppose I will touch on how I met my husband, this will probably be much more detailed than anyone care to actually read about, but oh well, right? It's quite the confusing story. 2006 was the last year that my Dad helped out on the Washington County 4-H Wagon Train. One of the last weekends in June, they have what they call a Tune Up trek. It's basically a weekend practice run for the week long trek they make in mid July. I hadn't gone on Wagon Train since 2001, but that weekend I was staying at my cousin, Brandy's, house because we had a playday (horse competition) we were going to that Sunday. Saturday night at the Tune Up Trek was their potluck dinner, and since they were having it not too far from her house we decided to go see my Dad and her sister (who was also going). Upon driving in Brandy was pointing out to me this horse that some guy was riding, and how the horse reared up on him earlier in the day. She was also mentioning how he was riding in a Champion Roper saddle, so being the roper I was, I was curious as to who this mystery cowboy was. I didn't give him much more than a glance and a hello upon finding out my younger cousin might have liked him. I thought he was good looking, but nothing more became of that.
Fast forward to the main trek in Mid July. Josh's horse gets kicked, so he has to stay at camp for a day or two while he heals. During these days, he hangs out with my Dad (who is the support crew, basically helps make camp run smoothly, potties, food, etc) and they get to talking. Of course, my Dad mentions to Josh about how he has a daughter that is the same age, she loves horses, and ropes. Later on in the discussion Marvin, my step dad, is mentioned. Well, it turns out Josh is friends with Josh F & Erica, who come over to rope at my Mom & Marvins twice a week. Small world, right?
After getting back from wagon train, Josh makes it a point to start tagging along with Josh F & Erica to mom & Marvin's to rope. Being the shy, self concious girl that I am, I again don't give him much more than a hello and a smile. Right around the time Josh starts coming up, so does this girl, Sabrina, who used to own a horse I was then training for Erica. Sabrina is pretty good friends with Josh, and her and I hit it off pretty well. One night, while riding Buddy, (the horse I was training) he bucked me off, and hard. I ended up breaking my collar bone. So for a few weeks after that all I could do was go up and watch them rope. Sabrina would sit with me, and she as trying hard to convince me that Josh was interested in me. I didn't buy it, because, well, no guys were interested in me.
Then Yamhill County Fair rolls around. I'm a little bummed, because I couldn't ride in the rodeo or my last year of fair due to a broken collar bone, but I make the best of it. Saturday night I decide I'm going to hang out with some friends and play some drinking games after the rodeo. Somehow, someway, I got up the courage to go up to Josh, get his number, and ask him if I could call him for a ride home later that evening. I do not know what got into me that night...but I am so happy I did it. Anyway, so later that evening Josh gives me a ride home.
Next morning, I realize I needed a ride BACK to my truck, that was at the fairgrounds. So I call Josh and he gladly comes to give me a ride back. I tell him I owe him dinner, and he invites me up to the barn he is horse sitting at. Our first "date" was spent cleaning stalls together, talking until midnight, when we finally wanted some dinner so we went to Sharis. We spent every minute we could together the rest of that summer. My favorite memory was the day I called in "sick" to work and we took off for the beach. I will never forget that day, it was amazing.
Of course, that winter was when we got the most shocking news of our lives, that we were going to be parents. Our lives were going to forever change. But I'll save the details of that for another time. :-)
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