I think everybody adores a decent romantic tale. I recall as a tyke imagining about how God would compose my story, who I would wed, how he would ask me out, our first kiss (well...you get the thought:). It is so amusing to think back on the most recent couple of years with Kevin (my nice looking stud) and giggle about how it was all so not the same as I imagined...only better:)

Part I

In fact speaking, Kev and I ought to have met a Loooong time before we really did.

Kevin's father grew up with the Pastor from my home church.

However Kev's family lived in southern california and I experienced childhood in northern california, so I had just caught wind of this strange kid from a remote place...

My minister and his family dependably discussed the Cook family, and about Kev...his great looks...his athletic ability (destroying it out on the ball courts)...his comedic comical inclination, and so on. Furtively I had this "long separation" smash on a person I had never met.

At that point came school. My first year I was welcome to a New Years party...

what's more, to my incredible bliss my dream smash would have been there.

Would I go? Um..wouldn't miss it for the world. In any case, my desires for my cheerful experience with Mr. Mysterious yet attractive did not coordinate reality. Not exclusively did I not even formally meet my Stud biscuit, right up 'til today he doesn't much recollect me being there.

Um....kinda regrettable since I absolutely watched HIM like a peddle that night.

Quick forward four years (yes, nothing at all noteworthy occurs between us while in school).

Newly moved on from school, I set out to overcome the universe of graduate school.

Kevin, having one more year of qualification to play b-ball at this same school, was as yet an understudy on grounds. Once more, sentimental dreams of "knocking" into him on grounds filled my scholastic personality

(however, once more, arrangement of such a meeting was somewhat purposeless).

Until....(drumroll please)...his guardians rang me to state they had heard cap I was around the local area, and that they would love to take me out to lunch one Sunday after chapel.

All things considered, once more, what's a young lady to do?

Free sustenance and a conceivable rendevoux with none other than Mr. B-ball himself?

I'm in.

That lunch had literally nothing to do with Kevin, but then had an inseparable tie to him.

Kevin WAS there, however he never said single word to me and was sitting at an alternate table with his companions (again he timidly confessed to not recall this event. Amazing for me, non-existent to him.)

However despite the fact that I didn't trade one syllable with my future spouse, his Dad Mitch, rather tongue in cheek appeared to foresee the result of this story. Mitch had made a trip to Nepal consistently for over 10 years and cherished numerous parts of the Nepali culture.

He disclosed to me that day, "Katie, I wish we were living in Nepal at the present time.

I would give your father 100 goats to get you for Kevin.

Wouldn't that be awesome in the event that you and Kevin were ever married....".

in my mind I was like...YES! would you like to get that going?

in any case, alas...it was not intended to be...yet

Against my temperament, I turn into a graduate school drop out (I cherish telling individuals that, it influences me to feel so edgy...).

Indeed, it's true....three weeks after I began graduate school, I chose it wasn't for me, quit, and moved to Thailand to instruct English.

What's more, in doing as such reduced all odds of interfacing with Kevin by means of our University association.

I figure coordinating graduated class sweatshirts were not in our future.

So quick forward one more year and Kevin is newly graduated, hoping to profit in a short measure of time. He gets wind that rice gathering is very lucrative in the Fall, and BOOM, before I know it he is working for my father (who ranches rice in northern california!) driving a tractor and growing an awful facial hair in the Rystrom family yearly "whiskers off"

(Try not to stress, when I did my stretch working harvest for my father I voted to quit the competition....)

Yet, real issue...

I was a northern california young lady who had moved to San Diego, and Kevin was a southern california kid who had moved to Northern California.

Topography, old buddy, was not to support us.

Be that as it may, as God would have it, my folks appeared to be to support us, and "helpfully" welcomed Kevin over for supper the end of the week they knew I would visit from SD.

Kevin, in a similar vein had been over to my folks regularly and had seen my senior picture, and taken an exceptional enthusiasm for the Rystrom's most established little girl. (At last, right?).

Kevin revealed to me various circumstances his stomach was extending between both apprehensive and energized, and he admitted that subsequent to meeting me thought I was "delightful" and "very out of his association"

(his words, not mine).

we had an extraordinary night that night, yet the precise following day Kev moved to Spain.

He included me FB the following day, and I thought...

"he is awesome, however most likely nothing will happen to this..."

nonetheless, precisely a year late, I end up with an occupation in Southern California

Kevin moved once again from Spain and was inhabiting his folks.

I required a place to live and was empowered by a couple of individuals to inquire as to whether I could live with them (as they tend to have many individuals who are in limbo with lodging)

Allows see....live with irregular creepies I find off craiglist, OR live with an incredible Christian family and their hot child who happens to be my age and single?

I know...i'm a virtuoso. I chose to facebook Kev and check whether there was opportunity at his folks house.

Kevin, who got my message revealed to me later that he couldn't trust I was making a request to live with them. He reacted back a determined YES before he even asked his folks. Telling his companion that I had made a request to live with them, his companion reacted with "is she adorable?", and without having the capacity to shroud his monstrous grin, reacted a reverberating YES. Thus we progressed toward becoming roommates.....