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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Our Love Story: How we met!

Don't you just love love stories? I know I do!
Well, let me tell you, there's nothing quite like your own love story.

That being said, here is the story of how I met Jason William Arias.
This will be long, but I hope I'm not spoiling anything by tell you it has a happy ending!

The Story: How we met

Winter semester of my junior year at BYU, I realized I needed to start planning my internship for the broadcasting program I was in. I considered a couple different news stations, but mostly I was deciding between one in Washington DC and one in New York. New York definitely seemed more glamorous, but I kept feeling like I needed to go to DC, so I coordinated an internship with Good Morning America in their Washington office. I would be in the Washington Seminar program and one of my very good friends Anneliese Mecham would be my roommate. It was going to be a fabulous summer!

Once my plans were set, I headed off to South Africa with the Young Ambassadors, and after a month of serving and performing I felt pretty strongly that I wanted to serve a mission. I prayed about it one night at a stranger's house in Port Elizabeth, S.A. and felt an overwhelming feeling that I needed to prepare to go. I was turning 21 in a few weeks, and figured if I still felt strongly about a mission, I could start the process when I got back to BYU in the fall, but in the meantime I needed to focus on my internship in DC.

I arrived in Washington, DC with such an excitement for the beautiful, unique summer I was about to have. I was living right in the city close to the fabulous food and shopping of Georgetown, and could hardly wait to go out and explore! DC has always been one of my favorite places, and between being born there and going back 2-4 times a year since age 9, I felt pretty comfortable roaming the streets and stumbling upon landmarks I'd never found before. I worked a different schedule than most of my fellow interns who worked on the hill, so I had a few hours in the morning to myself and I had no problem exploring on my own or popping into my dad's senate office and following him around.

One afternoon I was at Six Flags in Maryland with some friends and I got a text from my friend Melanie who I hadn't seen in a while. She said there was a boy named Jason Arias who was living with her in-laws in Maryland and was also a BYU student out in DC for an internship. Melanie's family was in town from Arizona and that morning they had met Jason at breakfast, and after hearing Jason say that he thought it would be neat to be in the Palmyra Pageant with his whole family someday -- something Melanie's family had done -- Melanie's mom Becky thought he needed to go out with me. Apparently I send out serious vibes that I want to participate in the Palmyra Pageant with my entire family someday as well.

After hearing more about this Jason Arias over the next couple of days, I was becoming quite anxious for him to ask me out! He was from Boston, captain of the lacrosse team, and from what I (my mom) found on google, he had dark curly hair and was Javert in Les Mis at his high school. An athletic thespian? What a catch!

So he finally called me while I was on a date at the white house picnic. I felt the call come in and then felt the extra buzz of a voicemail. It had to be him! And it was. He left two messages because the first on got cut off when he got on the metro. Slightly awkward/totally adorable. He introduced himself and requested that I call him back, but when I was finally able to later that evening he didn't answer! So I went to sleep with butterflies in my stomach and the excitement of a possible summer romance in the city.

The next morning, I was at work when my mom texted me saying she had an extra ticket to my dad's congressional baseball game that evening. It's a hilarious annual tradition where the republicans and democrats face off in nationals stadium. They all wear the official uniform from their home state and even have baseball cards with their committees on them, ha! Since Anneliese and my friend Richard were already going to be there, it crossed my mind to bring Jason, the boy I had never met. I brushed it aside, but then thought about it again a few moments later and decided, hey, if this is going to go anywhere, I might as well just have my family meet him and weigh in on the whole situation! Brilliant. So I sent him a text (I didn't want to call him again and seem like a freaky stalker girl since he hadn't returned my call from the night before... so a text to this stranger seemed more casual) asking him if he would like to come to my dad's baseball game that evening at nationals stadium. He said yes!

So after work, I threw on my Jeff Flake for Senate shirt and walked a block to the farragut north metro stop. We decided beforehand that we would meet under the giant American flag. I arrived on time, waiting anxiously to see the handsome dark-haired guy I had imagined. He came around the corner in khakis, a white button up shirt, a navy blue blazer and a big smile on his face. He was so tall, dark and handsome. This guy was super cute!

We hopped on the metro and chatted all the way to the stadium. Once we got there, we made our way down to my dad's cheering section, which consisted of my mom, my two youngest brothers, Anneliese, and sitting right behind them, my dad's entire staff. We sat right in the middle, with Anneliese on my right side, Jason on my left, and my mom sitting on Jason's other side. Let's just say a first date isn't really a first date when you're the only ones on a date! But hey, my mom got quite a bit of chatting time in with Jason (probably more than I did) and she was having a ball (and it doesn't hurt to have your date's mom on your side).


The game was good, but mostly I was worried about making sure my light orange pants weren't turning dark orange from sweat on the back of my legs -- it was SO hot! And Jason was probably dying in his work clothes. So there I was, at a baseball game with an adorable boy trying not to pass out from heat exhaustion in an embarrassing sweat puddle on the ground and wondering why I potentially ruined this first date with a hot family reunion/baseball game.

My fears were solidified when we walked back to the metro after getting a hot dog with Ron Paul, and before hopping on our different trains Jason gave me a quick hug and said, "Thanks for taking me, it was nice to meet you!" Nice to meet me?! In dating language that's code for see you never. But I didn't want that, I was hoping we would go out again and this time actually get to know each other! So I realized I needed to do something drastic. I needed to send a PDT (post date text), something I didn't traditionally do. But this situation needed repairing, and it needed to seem casual. So I sent him this picture:


and thanked him for coming and mentioned that it would be great to see him again! He replied back that he would let me know next time they blew up the big blob (cue heavyweights) at the lake in Maryland, and hopefully I could come to that. I replied that hopefully I would see him sooner than that. Bold, I know.

He took the hint, and asked me out for that evening! In a few words, it was the greatest date of my entire life. In a few more words, here's what happened.

I waited for him outside my apartment and saw him walking up in light red shorts and a navy checked shirt. He was such an east coast boy, which of course I loved! We walked to a restaurant in Georgetown called Clydes, which is a tavern-like place with dark wood and cool airplanes hanging from the ceilings. We sat at a table for two right by the big stone fireplace and talked so much the waitress had to come back probably four times for our order! He got fish and chips and I got steak and fries and when mine came out it was delicious looking, but covered in tiny parsley flakes that I knew would be a wonderful accessory to my teeth. Luckily, guardian angels must have known this was an important date and kept the parsley out of my teeth. One thing I distinctly remember from that dinner (aside from the parsley) was looking across the table at him and noticing how unexpectedly handsome he was. He was unlike anyone I had ever met before, yet we had so much in common. He told me about home and what it was like growing up in such a historic place, and I'm sure I asked him way too much about boarding school. What he didn't know was that secretly I had always wanted to marry a boy from the east who went to boarding school. There's just something so swoony about it!

After dinner, he had made plans for us to go to a piano bar, but I didn't really understand what that was and suggested we walk along the waterfront instead. He thought that sounded fun, and we were heading to the waterfront when the wind started blowing like crazy and we quickly saw the downpour of rain coming toward us! We took shelter in the closest covered patio. Jason walked over to a wooden chest, opened it up like he owned the place, and pulled out two seat cushions and placed them on top for us to sit on. We talked for hours in that little patio at the Four Seasons as the storm raged around us. It was like we were the only people on earth.

That date was the beginning of many more that summer in DC. Quickly, but naturally, we found ourselves seeing each other nearly every day. If I needed to work late, miraculously, so did Jason! And we would meet up for lunch or dinner between our offices (that were actually very close) and continue getting to know each other. Jason was so fascinating to me, and the more I learned about him, the more I wanted to know.



Most weekends were spent in Maryland, at the Richardson's -- the family Jason was staying with -- incredible place. They run after school programs and summer camps for kids so their properties are full of fun outdoorsy things to do! We spent many hours walking through the woods and laughing our heads of at silly things.



One of my favorite evenings was a simple one. We hopped on a quad and rode to the top of this little hill to watch the sunset. There's a magical window of about 10 minutes each evening where the sun is still glowing through the trees, but the fireflies are anxious to come out so they begin lighting up and you have the beauty of the sunset plus the magic of the fireflies! For an Arizona girl, fireflies are a huge novelty. Somehow, I must have known my heart was changing here so I snapped the above photo to try to document what was happening in my heart. The summer was almost over and I was falling for this boy named Jason Arias, and I had never been happier.