The Crandall Clan

 I bet Justin was expecting me to say, "JUST KIDDINNNNNG!" some time between finally accepting a date with him and the actual date itself. (He had tried asking me up to 3 times from October 2017 to February 2018, and I turned it down every time.) BUT. I didn't change my mind. I agreed to go on our first 'official' date and was nervous as I'll get out.  It was February and very, very cold outside. We went to a cafe called Shirley's to get some hot chocolate and sit by the indoor fireplace. It was about 830p, and we didn't know the cafe was about to close at 9p.  We held our freshly poured hot chocolate close and stepped out into the numbing winter night, not sure where we would go next. Somewhere we could sit comfortably and just talk; because, despite being friends for so long, we really didn't know zipola about each other. The goal of the night was to actually learn about each other's lives. We needed to go somewhere we could do that... We sat...

I scrolled through some files on my computer the other day and was 100% amused by how many pictures I found of Justin mixed in there from before we even really knew each other! We met in 2016 when I first moved to Provo, UT.  My mission leader co-chair and I were called on assignment from my bishop to visit a certain number of male & female student apartments to meet some of the people in our ward. Lo and behold! Justin was in one of those apartments we were asked to visit. In my brown polka-dotted dress, I took my place on the living room floor while all the roommates were being summoned from their rooms to come out and say "hi." Someone probably offered me a place to sit, but it didn't really matter; the floor is usually my most comfy place to sit. Dumb dress. Justin was the only person in the room while we waited, so we started to chat with him. Small chat, you know? The usual stranger-to-acquaintance introductory talk. After the "Where are you from's,...