the bachelor

I rarely have the Internet anymore and I am so behind on my posts, so why am I wasting my time writing about the bachelor? I don't know, the show just intrigues me. I can't wait for each season to end so I can repent and move on with my life.

While I am religiously watching every episode I am often thinking about the women all over the world, of all different ages watching the bachelor and dreaming and wishing that they were on the show and they were receiving that final red rose, with hopefully an engagement and marriage on the way. Or even just a romantic date flying in a helicopter over some paradise island eating chocolate covered strawberry's and falling in love. What a romantic wonderful way to fall in love. It looks nice and sounds nice....right?

Being that we just celebrated Valentines day I think I can get away with this mushy, gushy, lovey, dovey post. I fell in love with my own "bachelor" in such a different way. Matt and I were good friends for a long time before we started dating. In fact I even ironed his pants for him so he would look nice for his date with another girl. I didn't mind, I didn't even want to date him because I DID NOT want to ruin our friendship.

Matt use to wake up before my early 7:30am class at USU and warm up my car and scrape off my windows, and if you have ever lived in Logan during the winter you know how really nice that is. He would then take me to school and pick me up right outside my class with a hot breakfast waiting for me on my front seat. Now that is true love. He never took me on a helicopter ride but he did randomly bring me over a 5 pound bucket of Adams Peanut butter, just because. And if you know me than you know how much that meant to me. We did not fall in love walking arm and arm strolling the streets of Paris. We fell in love sitting on the couch eating pizza and making fun of shows like the Bachelor. We fell in love hiking the mountains of Logan, and talking on our long trips from Salt lake to Logan every weekend. We fell in love grocery shopping at Walmart, and late night trips to Wendy's for their wonderful chicken nuggets and chili. We fell in love fishing at my cabin and hanging out with my best friends. We fell in love because it just so happened that we had more fun together than we had ever had with anyone else in our ENTIRE lives. We brought out the best in each other and I think we still do.

Matt wasn't up all night the night before our proposal hoping he was making the right decision and trying to decide between two girls. He was up all night because he was excited that the next day would be the start of our "eternal" journey together. We had come so far and through it all Matt stuck by my side. Waiting for me while I was on my mission and then waiting another year and a half after I returned home. Our true love came through a lot of work, a lot of time (4 years), some trials and struggles, and a whole lot of fun. Every story is different and everyone falls in love in a different way. However, I feel like the luckiest girl to have the story I have, and the proposal I have. I knew when we married at the Salt lake temple that I REALLY loved Matthew, and he wanted me and only me for the rest of his life. Now that is true love, but I guess it's just not good enough to get high ratings for a television show.

I never needed a Helicopter flying over St. Lucia to make me fall in love......... although I am not ruling it out as a possible future anniversary present. I think something like that would be more fun once your already in love anyway.