In June of that year Matt graduated from high school and our summer began. We spent the majority of that summer getting to know each other better as we had hardly known each other at all when we first got together. Matt got to see just what an emotional roller coaster I really am and I got to see him handle it better than anyone I had ever met. It didn't phase him in the slightest. We talked about everything from past relationships, to family, to our childhoods. We went on adventures to Lagoon and took hikes through the paths above my neighborhood. By the end of that summer I really couldn't imagine Matt not being a part of my life.
I think of everything that happened my senior year, the most interesting and life changing of them all came later in March. On March 5th of 2011, three days after my 18th birthday, Matt took me up to Park City to the top of the mountain and proposed to me. Happier than I have ever been, I said "Yes!" The reason why I said this was the most interesting thing to happen to me was because of what occurred afterwards. I can't even describe to you how weird it was getting stopped in the middle of my gym class and being grilled by my biology teacher about the ring on my left hand. Some of these people I had never met and yet they felt it their duty to find out for themselves if the rumors were true and if I really was getting married. I can't be too hard on them though as I look back. I mean, how many people did you know in high school that were engaged? It was kind of unheard of at my school.
Matt and I got married on June 4th, 2011. For what little we had, we had been so so blessed. I could not have asked for a more beautiful wedding reception. We were married around 5pm on a Saturday in the church in my neighborhood. After which we had a family dinner of spaghetti. The spaghetti dinner was provided by Matt's parents and it turned out absolutely wonderful. My eldest sister was a genious and thought to bring Matt and I black and white aprons to cover our nice clothes while we ate. I would never have thought of that, but it saved my white dress from getting lots of red speckles all over it. I don't remember all of what was said, but I loved and appreciated everyone who got up and gave us words of encouragement.
When the dinner was over we all made our way into the reception. The reception took place in the church's gymnasium. We had the lights dimmed and we brought the high ceilings down by placing large dark umbrellas around the room above the tables. We had an area for dancing and my best friend's return missionary (her husband at that point) dj'd for us. There were pictures of us all around the room and flowers of blue and teal. It was so beautiful. I couldn't have imagined it looking any better than it did.