a weekend visitor

A continuation of the evolvement of our loove

So Kolton and I never actually had ourselves a DTR for which I am grateful because no matter how those conversations go they are nothing but awkward. But we did somehow unspokenly know that we weren't interested in dating anyone else. And it wasn't like we came out and said it or made each other pinky promise that we would only date each other, but it was more of a frame of mind, I guess you could call it.

I had lost interest in any other boys, I had no desire to go on a date with anyone else, and it wasn't because I thought Kolton would be mad, I just really didn't even want to. It was such a strange thing for me, a grass is greener kind of person.

But that's not the point of this story.

It's just an important point.

So a couple weeks passed, Kolton and I continued to regularly call each other (and by that I mean every night) and talk for hours while still living our lives in two different states.

One weekend I was planning on vising Andra in Logan, but on Friday night, the day before
I was supposed to head up to Logan, the plans got cancelled. I didn't feel too bad about it and I felt even better about it after my nightly call to Kolton.

"So...you don't have any plans for this weekend then?"

Nope.

"Well....would you mind if I came down there to see you?"

After I got over my shock and awe and said that would probably be okay with me, we set about making plans.

He left early on Saturday morning and his ETA was about eleven or so.

I was f r e a k i n g   o u t.

SO NERVOUS!

I cleaned my apartment to give myself something to do, but I just had rumbly tumbly fluttery butterflies in my stomach.

Then I heard the knock at the door and thought I was going to pass out. I mean, we talked on the phone all the time, but the time we got to spend with each other was very limited and I just did NOT know what we were going to do with each other for two days.

But there he was, waiting at the door.

I took a few deep breaths and opened it up acting as natural as ever.

I made some lunch that I couldn't even eat because I was still so jittery. But I eventually got over that and suggested we go for a walk. I took him on the grand tour of campus and we just had a grand time exploring.

I took him to all my favorite places and we walked through all the buildings and just really had a nice time.

Later we went to dinner and then watched a movie.

The next morning we had to wait around for my 1:00 church so we made banana pancakes (still a Sunday morning staple) and Kolton ironed my skirt while I finished getting ready (this still happens too)

At church we got a few funny looks and then it was time to make dinner and he headed home.

We had such a nice time together that weekend, and I felt like it was really a big step for us because he was willing to come all the way down to Provo to visit me.

Our parents were all freaking out of course as they realized that maybe this was a little more than they originally thought. 

I could understand.

I knew the feeling. 

in which we go over our minutes

(I've been slacking on the looove story lately. It's riveting stuff people! So this is the next chapter...)

After the farewell Sunday with the rumors and the westerns and such, I had to head back down to good ole Provo. Before this week, Kolton and I had occasionally talked on the phone. not a whole lot because we were both busy, but usually one or two nights a week he would call me up.

This week, that all changed.

Because I'm nerdy, I kept track of how long we would talk on the phone each night and by the end of that week while I was in Provo at school and he was in Rexburg in school, we talked for 14 hours.

14 hours.

in 7 days.

One night we broke our all time record (probably the record still stands) and talked on the phone for 3 1/2 hours.

I honestly don't know what we had to say to each other.

Obviously some pretty important stuff.....or not.

Amid all this phone talking, we somehow got some homework done and a couple weeks later I was able to come home again.

When Kolton came to pick me up at my house my dad came upstairs with his shotgun and said "You guys have fun, I'll just be here cleanin my gun..." If you know my dad at all you know how utterly intimidating he is NOT, so we all got a kick out of that one. After we stopped laughing he said "I've just always wanted to do that." Silly guy!

After that incident we headed into Rexburg where I was officially initiated as Kolton's....girlfriend?

I had to meet his friends, Zach and Sara, and I was SO nervous! We went to a barbershop quartet that I thought was positively charming and then went with "the friends" back to their apartment and made fried candy bars. (Allens-whenever I think of you guys the first thought that comes to mind is your deep fat fryer. I knew we would be good friends clear back then because of our similar eating habits.)

I survived meeting "the friends" and had a good time even though I utterly crashed and burned at Uno.

The next day Kolton picked up me and my two sisters and we headed into town for the city league basketball games. My parents were on vacation and I was a little nervous about driving to town on the scary roads alone. ( and I might have just thought this was a pretty good excuse to not let Kolton out of my sight all weekend.) I loved that I felt like I could ask him to do these kind of things with me and that he would say yes in a heartbeat.

lLter that night we played house and made dinner for the kids. Then I initiated Kolton by making him watch my favorite movie of all time, "You've Got Mail."  and we had our first big "talk".

Basically Kolton asked me if iIcould see this thing potentially going anywhere and if it was worth pursuing. We both agreed that we would just see where it took us. I got a little freaked out over this conversation. The word "marriage" was never mentioned, but we both knew what we were meaning-that this could potentially lead there. It may seem like we were jumping into this thing waaay too fast, we'd only known each other for about a month at this point, half of that time was spent 400 miles away from each other, but it didn't feel that way. I was still a little nervous, like a "holy cow, is this really happening?" but decided to just let the chips fall.

The next day at church as I sat by Kolton during sacrament meeting I realized that I could potentially be sitting next to him at church for about the rest of forever.

Needless to say, I wasn't freaked out anymore.

All too soon, the dreaded 4:00 on Sunday afternoon came around and I headed out with the events of the weekend tumbling around my head and not exactly knowing what everything meant or what in the heck was happening here.

he thinks he's sneaky

Since the new year our church time has switched from 9:30 to 1.

It was such a bummer.

When the bishop announced the new time from the pulpit there were audible groans from the audience (congregation?).

But that's not the point of this story.

The point of this story is that we have ample (and I mean ample) time on Sunday mornings. I mean, we could study our scriptures for a good three hours or prepare our Sunday School lesson (ahem...not that we ever wait til the last minute....) but no matter what we do, we still have ample (and I mean ample) time to dink around on Sunday mornings.

Enter: last Sunday

Kolton was in a goofy mood that morning as we slowly ate our breakfast and studied our scriptures for two hours (not). So finally I decided it was time to get a move on and hopped in the shower. I was just showerin away, probably shampooing or rinsing and repeating

(Every time I think of rinsing and repeating I remember that Lizzie Mcguire episode when they asked Ethan Croft his secret for great hair and he said, "You know how the shampoo bottle says rinse and repeat? I don't repeat." That was a nice blast from the past!)

Anyway, so I'm rinsing and repeating, probably singing, when I feel a little whoosh of cold air. I usually get irritated when I feel a whoosh of cold air when showering because it usually means Kolton has opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the fan, which I also hate.

So I feel the little whoosh, but hear no fan turn on. I wait a second and then peek around the shower curtain. I don't see anything, and then I peek around a little farther and see Kolton standing on the toilet peering over the shower curtain with a cup of cold water in his hand.

In the millisecond it took me to process this scene I was able to quickly jump out of the way as Kolton poured the cup of cold water into the shower. In his hurry to still salvage the element of surprise, his accuracy suffered and I only got a few drops of the cold water on me. 

But was this good enough for Kolton?

No siree!

He yells "HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS IN HERE!" and quickly starts refilling his cup in the sink.

As he resumes his position standing on the toilet, I start swatting at the cup in his hand. 

My hand connects with the wet, slippery, full of water, glass cup in his hand, Kolton drops the cup, spilling water all down the front of himself, and the cup shatters when it hits the tile. 

I said something to him along the lines of 

"Smooth move x-lax, good luck cleaning up that mess."

and resumed my shower. 

the day of looove

I always hated Valentine's Day.

Always.

In elementary school my mom would buy me these tacky valentine's and I had to carefully choose which valentine fit for which person and make sure I didn't send anything too lovey dovey to a boy in my class, because that would just be embarrassing! Then I would write "from: Jayci" til I couldn't even spell my name right anymore.

This hate affair became much more pronounced in high school when I never had a valentine.

obviously

And then I started dating Kolton.

And my Valentine's Day significantly improved.

The first time we were valentines, I gave him a book on tape with my strict instructions that he could only listen to it if he was driving to Provo.

He gave me a blanket he made. 

Yes, you read that right. 

With the help of his sister and mom he got fabric and tied together a fleece blanket for me. He'd just been down to Provo where I had complained about not having a blanket. So he made me one. (what a guy!)

And he also gave me a handmade card that said on the outside...

"Jayc, I just wanted to let you know that my heart...."

and on the inside it said 

"Beats for you!" and taped inside was an EKG that he had done in class. 

I got a kick out of this and thought what a witty/thoughtful boyfriend/special friend/neighbor/possible future husband I had. 

And then I got married.

And decided Valentine's Day is actually pretty alright. (is that cliche, or what?)

Last year we both went all out.

I spent a couple full days in town searching for the perfect backpack to give to Kolton (his old one was hanging on by a few threads) and the card that would sum up exactly how I felt about him. (in a witty way, of course)

(P.S. I got in trouble for spending too much on the backpack and it went right back to the store once Kolton saw the receipt, and traded in for something significantly cheaper. Whoops!)

Kolton got me a beautiful little houseplant that had the prettiest pink flowers, and a cute little pink/purple Valentine's Day outfit. I don't know that he thought of it as a valentine's outfit when he pointed to the mannequin and told the sales girl "I want that one" but that's how I think of it.

This year we chilled out a bit.

I guess that's what happens when you're no longer in newlywedded bliss and can think straight again.

After Kolton left this morning for class, I found a bamboo plant (love this houseplant tradition!) a card, and a Zero candy bar. In the card, Kolton wrote about how he didn't notice the flowers attached to the bamboo plant were fake until after he had bought it, and that he bought the candy bar because he thought it was my favorite (I have never actually had a Zero candy bar in my life). I got a kick out of all of this and enjoyed eating my breakfast while reading the directions on how to take care of the deceiving non-flowering bamboo plant.

Kolton got a little vibrating back massager with not even a card or candy bar because I'm super lame and sick and try to avoid shopping at all costs. 

aAd that was our day! We're planning on a hot date sometime this weekend to officially celebrate our looove for each other. 

Can't wait! 

P.S. Kolton's card also had hand-drawn movie tickets with the promise we could go to The Vow (again, so cliche!) whenever I wanted......but only one time. I sure like that kid.