Our story starts with my friend getting me a job at a car dealership as an evening receptionist. I was grateful for the job, I was living on my own and was trying my best to meet nice guys and have fun. Each day I would come to work and have to clock in so I would go through the service drive of the car dealership. Marshall and his brother both worked there. All the people in the drive would help me and were very nice. After a few months my friend got a promotion and that meant I got a promotion to the day shift receptionist. This was wonderful. I had regular hours and I could now socialize.

Around that time I had been having a hard time going on dates with guys. I felt uncomfortable and usually cancelled 1 hour before the date because of fear. Well work ended up lasting longer than usual, my replacement came really late. I did not have enough time to get scared and nervous just enough to get ready before he would show up. When I walked in the door from work to get ready, my roommates were there, I told them that Marshall had asked me out on a date. They about fell off their chairs because only the night before I had told them I liked him. We ate at ottavio’s in Provo, an expensive place, I ordered baked ziti and didn’t eat much because we spent the entire evening talking. It was the best first date I had ever had. I fell hard and fast. We did not go out the next night, his family was having a birthday dinner for his mom. But every night after that except Sundays we spent together.

after thought, I was looking at the photos I had scrapbooked and realized how young we look. Funny enough I was 22 almost 23 and Marshall had just turned 22. Boy we look young, thin, and naive.