Happy 4th of July everyone!
Also, this has nothing to do with the 4th of July, but I thought it was funny and that I'd share it with you all. Bryan's little brother who's on his mission right now e-mailed us and asked how we met. He said people ask him sometimes how his brothers met their wives or whatever and he doesn't really know what to say. So when I e-mailed him back today this is what I told him:
We met at BYU on the first day of orientation when I laughed so hard (at the fact that we were singing an intermediate hymn in a pep assembly) that I kind of threw my head back and hit his knee. (He was sitting behind me.) We chatted on the way out of the assembly (me apologizing and stuff) and then we ate a yucky lunch together that orientation provided. On our way out of lunch in a big field, I threw up from the smell of the sewage sprinklers and he didn't notice that I stopped to throw up, so we kind of lost each other. So we both went to all the stupid orientation stuff so we could keep seeing each other. Finally we decided just to hang out together. We were friends for about a month and then we started dating. We dated our whole freshman year and then he went on his mission. We wrote the whole time, but I dated a few other guys too. Then Bryan came home and we were in love and we got married and you said, "Do you like techno? M-zah m-zah m-zah m-zah" and then a year and a halfish later we had Olivia. The end.
Just ignore the family jokes if you don't get them. Anyway, just thought you might all enjoy a little insight into our funny/weird little lives. Haha.