My wife

We met at a wedding in Santa Barbara. The bride was my friend in high school in wyoming. She then moved to California and became friends with my wife. I was on internship in paradise pretty far away but my best friend in high school flew to San Francisco so I picked him up and drive down. I didn’t plan on going to the ceremony. We left on Thursday and got in that night. Even though I knew the bride I wasn’t invited. I went just to hang out with my friend. Turns out, unbeknown to Travis the wedding was actually Friday not Saturday. I decided to attend the ceremony. Hungover and broke I spent twenty dollars at a discount clothing store to bu wrinkled pants and a halfway decent shirt. I met my wife at the open bar. We talked. Later at the reception when the music started I looked for her to ask her to dance. I saw her as she was walking toward me and beat me to the question. We danced and talked all night. She stayed in our hotel room. We fooled around a little bit didn’t fully have sex. I was a Lutheran minister intern and she was a semi good catholic girl. We maintained a long distance relationship the rest of my internship. Mostly her flying from Burbank to Sacramento and me picking her up and driving back to a paradise. When I finished my internship we talked about marriage. We thought about living in Portland Oregon Los Angeles area. Finally we talked about staying in wyoming. I got my job and she moved out. Our engagement was rocky. We had been apart the whole duration of our relationship. Now we live together. We postponed the wedding. She almost moved back to California. Eventually we decided we loved each other and got married am more than a year after we were engaged