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Do you want to hear a great story? I mean a really, really good one. Possibly my favorite of all time.

I’m going to dish it all; even though some parts are a little embarrassing, and almost all of it is completely crazy. It’s love, though, and that’s how I know it best. All heart and few hesitations.

Obviously I’m in Tacoma now, but this story starts back in Minnesota. I had been planning on moving to Seattle for a long time. Actively for about 6 months, but in my heart for about 18 years. Once I decided that I was actually going to make the jump I tapped every resource I could because I didn’t know anyone at all (which, after a crazy year, was kind of refreshing . I like fresh starts). After I talked to everyone I knew and exhausted those resources I ended up signing up for OKCupid (embarrassing part #1!) to try to connect with more people.

I emailed back and forth with quite a few people and got to know more about the area, etc. It turned out to be a cool resource for connecting with people that I wouldn’t have crossed paths with otherwise.

Then. I started talking to Scott. On October 26th. It’s now March 5th, only a little over 4 months later. This is where it gets crazy.

So. October 26th we start talking and the connection that we have is immediate. We’re 1700 miles away, though, and have no way of knowing whether it’s real or whether we’re creating it in our minds. So what do we do? Not a big deal, right? I’m planning on moving out there soon anyway so we can just wait it out and find out if this is real then, right? Yeah, no. Scott and I both wear our hearts on our sleeves and take “hopeless romantic” to another level. We couldn’t wait.

On October 30th (4 days later) Scott bought a plane ticket and I was on my way to the airport to pick him up less than a week after that. (First I had to go downstairs and tell my friends, who I was staying with at the time, that a strange boy from Washington was flying in and staying with us for a couple days. Jay+Jen, I love you!)

I get to the airport and am FREAKING OUT so I do the only thing I can think of; take a bunch of blurry cell phone photos to help me chill out.

I see that his plane landed and my heart is RACING. Racing. Luckily a really sweet man started talking to me, so I was forced to breathe and form words; something that wasn’t even feasible before that. I look over and see Scott coming through the doors and can tell that he’s totally freaking out, too, so I immediately switch into “someone I care about is having a hard time, I need to ignore what I’m feeling and help them” mode and walk over and give him a huge hug. We walked a few feet to get out of everyone’s way, Scott dropped his bags, and we gave each other the biggest hugs in the history of hugs; both of us still shaking, so nervous+excited+scared+ecstatic+holyshitourlivescouldchangeforeverinthismoment.

We had the most amazing weekend together; these were taken a couple hours after he got off the plane:

As insane as this sounds, the rest is kind of history. He flew back 2 weeks later, helped me pack my car, and we drove across the country. We’re living together in Tacoma and I have no way of explaining this connection to you or showing you how much love there is between us and how much we care about each other. Luckily I don’t have to try to explain it to him because he just gets it.

I’m overly ecstatic and fortunate that I get to spend every day with him. He’s so kind-hearted and genuine, he allows me to dream HUGE and is excited to live those dreams with me. He doesn’t just say that he supports me and believes in me, but he lives it every single day. I can’t wait for our future together. I can’t even wait for the rest of this day together.

Thanks so much, babe. Happy Birthday . I love you! <3

Also, thanks for being smokin’ hawt!

RAWR!

Thanks for some of my favorite moments ever:

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And, because I think I’m hilarious; a video of Scott playing wii hula hoop: