Rachel's Awesome Post Idea

So Rachel Morgan did this post just last night and I liked it so much (and it got me thinking about old crushes) that I just had to steal her idea! So Rachel-here is all the credit (BIG SMILEY FACE!)

In kindergarten my older sister convinced me that if I liked a boy, I had to "ask him out." I didn't quite know what it meant, but Katie was so smart and always had all these boys calling her, so I figured she totally knew what she was talking about. So there I sat on the orange carpet right before reading time asking Nathan Brown if he would go out with me (I still don't know where we were going! ha ha!) and bless him if he didn't tell me that he couldn't in kindergarten, but we could when we were sixteen. We were just friends at the time, but by golly if he didn't stick to his word and take me out a few times! Awesome friend:)

Landon Eldredge was my hearts desire for the remainder of elementary school until Jerome Hutchison came along in 4th grade. They were the only 2 boys in all those years that even came close to being as tall/taller then me and hence, they were crushworthy material.

I had a tendancy to develop crushes on the tall guys in class (and if they were normal. I wasn't liking the kid that ate his boogers in 7th grade just cuz he was tall!) so you can pretty much figure all of my crushes from that point on. Let me put it this way-if you were ever eye level or higher to me, I probably liked you at one point or another between 6th-12th grade! Ha ha! But don't worry....there were a few shorter ones too! (Drew Gilley you sly dog! ha ha!)

Speaking of tall....tallest guy I ever had a crush on was 6'9" and played for the BYU Volleyball team. He was in my missionary prep institute class and was quite dreamy. Since I was thinking about crushes I decided to see if I could even remember his name. I couldn't. But his jersey number was 13 (I remember because this is my favorite number) and I think he is still playing cuz he left to go on his mission right after our class.

Crush that changed my life was obviously my husband! When he showed up in Roosevelt with all of his rippling muscles, tan skin, and super good looks, I just about died. What a HOTTY!! I even use to call him "Hot Stuff Stubbs" cuz it was the only appropriate title for all those good looks:) I kinda thought that he was a bad boy cuz he has these little indents in his ear lobes that look like he had his ears pierced at one time (he didn't. They are just natural.) and he just had a bit of a swagger. Ya ladies know what I'm talking about. The Swag.
So after talking to him after a ward activity one night, I realized that he was a really good guy. Never drank, never smoked, served his mission, probably never said a curse word before he met me (I corrupted him...:( we are talking super good here.
And he married me! After more than a year of dating and another year of marriage, I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world! Oh how I love it when a plan comes together! (NAME THAT MOVIE!!!)