Get ready for cheesy mc-cheeseville up in here.
One cold Saturday morning (December 22, 2012 to be exact), I was asked to help clean the church building with some other member's of my church ward. I was put in charge of changing trash can liners. On my last trash can, which happened to be in the men's restroom, a tall charming boy barged in to mop the floors. As a result, he scared me nearly to death. This is my first memory of Andrew.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about this funny tall boy I had just met. I told my best friend Hannah, as well as my mom, that I had met my future husband. It was all in good fun, at the time.
A few weeks went by. I still blubbered on about my future husband to Hannah and we plotted ways for me to inconspicuously strike up conversations with him. I even started going to FHE in hopes of seeing him (which also resulted in me
getting a calling as an FHE committee member). After he approached me a few times to converse, I worked up the nerve to add him on Facebook. Immediately afterwards, he messaged me and told me he had been wanting to ask me out for a while and if I was interested to call him. I may have screamed and danced around for a good five minutes before settling down enough to text him. He instantly called me and asked if I would be interested in going rock climbing. He could have asked me to jump off a bridge with him and I would have been interested. The date was set and I anxiously waited for the night to come.
