Frisbee Boy Part 4 (the engagement)

This might be a pretty long post… we have a lot of ground to cover. But I promise it will be worth the read!

In my last post, we had recently started dating again after our friend zone. We were still not exclusive, and I was still going on dates with other people here and there as part of an attempt to “take things slow”, but we were heading in a serious direction for sure! As time passed I transitioned from going on dates with different people every night to dating Josh more and more often until he was just about the only one I ever wanted to see. On one specific night, as he dropped me off at the end of our date he asked me a very important question… he looked me in the eyes and said “Whitney, when can I start calling you my girlfriend?”

I said “well… I have a blind date planned on Monday that’s been planned for weeks and I would feel bad canceling it now, but as soon as that date is over I’m all yours.”

So that other blind date came and went. It was fine and the boy was nice, but the whole time I was on that date I was thinking about Josh and how much I wished I was with him. At the end of the night when my date finally dropped me off I ran into my room and flopped on my bed and send Josh a text that said “so, good news! I didn’t fall in love with my date tonight! 😉”

He later told me that he had been sitting on his bed wide awake waiting for that text to come.

The next day we celebrated becoming officially boyfriend and girlfriend with Martinelli’s and goldfish. We changed our relationship statuses and my goodness I was in heaven.

We became inseparable. We were always together. He became my whole world.

The night before New years Eve we pulled into his driveway at the end of a date. It was late and I had driven because Josh’s brother had their car. Josh seemed to be acting a little different and we started talking and he quickly started trying to explain his feelings he had towards me but was struggling to find the right words. He said, “Whitney, I have a lot of feelings right now, but I don’t really know what to do about them.”

I looked at hin and said “Well tell me those feelings Josh!”

It was well past midnight so it was officially New Years Eve at this point. He looked me in the eyes and said with a smile “Whitney, I love you.”

I told him I loved him right back.

The next day I took him home to Layton with me to meet my whole extended family. (After all, I had met his entire extended family on the second date, so it was about time.) Josh did an incredible job.

My family decided that night to have a lip synch battle. Josh and I performed A Whole New World from Aladin. Supposedly we tied for first with my mom and sister who performed a well thought out performance of Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift. My mom attempted to twirk that day so I’d say they were some pretty fair competition. But at the end of our song, Josh had the guts to kiss me in front of my entire extended family and for that, I’d say he probably deserved to win first place.

As the following weeks passed I fell for this boy… and I fell hard. I just loved this boy more and more every day. We casually started throwing the idea of marriage around as a hypothetical situation. It was a lot of little comments like “if we get married….” from both of us. But at some point, and it was so subtle that I couldn’t tell you the moment it happened, but at some point, the conversation started to morph from “if we get married” to “when we get married.”

At the end of January Josh took me to start looking at rings.

I had picked one out and now it was all a waiting game. Josh had me squirming in my seat not knowing when he was going to propose. I was convinced I was going to be able to figure him out… I was dead wrong.

This last weekend (February 16-18th 2018) my best friend, Jordan, and her boyfriend, Trent were coming down from Idaho to visit. We had had this planned for weeks and I was super excited. We had planned this double date for Saturday and I was really looking forward to it.

A couple days ago Josh texted me and told me they had updated his schedule for work and that he now had to work on Saturday and so he would have to cancel our double date.

I was so upset. We had had this date planned for weeks and I hadn’t seen my best friend since they moved to Idaho months ago and this was the only day we had to hang out with them as couples. I told Josh it was okay, but I was super not happy about it.

So Friday came and Jordan and Trent came down. I met them at In-n-Out. While we were sitting there I told them about how I knew Josh was going to propose soon, but that I had no idea when. Trent had me convinced that Josh was probably waiting for the ring place to order the ring in and that it was going to be 4-6 weeks before it got here. After In-n-out we went over to Target to meet Josh for his meal break at work. We ran over to Wendy’s and even though it was only a half hour it was fun to have all four of us together for a minute.

The next day we met at Josh’s house early in the morning before he had to “go to work.” Josh made us breakfast and it was lovely. Then after hanging out for a while, he said that he needed to start getting ready for work so he went upstairs and put on his Target Outfit as if he was really going to go to Target. And I fully believed that’s where he was headed. I said goodbye to him and accepted my fate that I would have to third wheel for the rest of the day. So we left.

Jordan and Trent said that they needed to go finish some homework so we went back to my place to do that. I just hung out while they did that and then by some miracle was randomly able to skype with one of my favorite mission companions in Tonga that I hadn’t talked to in a while. So while I was distracted with this, the rest of them had this intense operation going down that I was completely oblivious to.

Trent told me he had a humanities project he needed to do where he needed to take pictures and that they needed to borrow my camera. Jordan has been telling the two of us about this abandoned castle in Provo she wanted to show us for months so we decided that today would be a good time to go check it out while Trent does his photography assignment.

So we left my apartment to head over to the castle. While we were still in the car Trent asked me if I could show him the camera stuff. I just looked at him and was like “no dude, we’re still in the car. I’ll get all the equipment out when we get up there. So then we started walking up the path. At one point Trent stopped and asked me for the camera again and I was like “dude be patient!” but decided this time to give in. He pretended he wanted to take a landscape picture right there. I handed him the camera and he took this dumb shot of the top of a roof of a building.

 

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Photo Cred: Trent Thayne

 

I just looked at him and thought to myself “Seriously Trent… that was a terrible picture. You’re a terrible photographer.” haha little did I know he was just doing everything he could to get that camera from me.

So we got to the castle and started making our way up this beautiful pathway to get to the amphitheater. I’m oblivious to everything that’s going on and am just waltzing up the path like I’m just going to go take some pictures. When I get to the entrance of the amphitheater I notice a couple people with cameras set up and I think to myself “oh, there’s some people shooting a project here and I don’t want to interrupt them!” as I started to turn to tell Trent and Jordan we should probably leave.

My frisbee that Josh had thrown me to ask me on our first date back in October was lying on the ground in the pathway. I totally walked past it and didn’t even notice it so Jordan kept trying to tell me about it. She just kept saying “Look! There’s a disk on the ground! Whitney look! It’s a disk.” She said it several times before I turned around to realize that it was MY frisbee. It was then that I noticed the guy behind the camera was Josh’s dad and I started to put two and two together as Josh appeared from around the corner.

I about died.

Josh was supposed to be at Target.

Josh led me to the middle of the stage in the amphitheater.

He got down on one knee and told me he loved me.

He asked me to marry him.

I said YES!

 

And that’s the story of how I got engaged to the Frisbee Boy.

*insert hundreds of heart eye emojis here*

The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We took some more pictures with Trent and Jordan and then sent them on their way.

 

Josh and I spent the rest of the day hanging out. We went to Waffle Love for lunch. We watched the Office. Made a LOT of phone calls. Had dinner with his grandparents. Then went on a drive to the temple so we could talk.

It was an absolutely perfect day.

I can’t wait to marry my best friend. My partner in crime. The love of my life. My other half. My frisbee Boy. Joshua, I can’t wait to spend forever with you. I love you!

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Thanks SO MUCH for all the support and love that everyone has already shown us. It means so much to us to feel so much love from so many friends and family members. We are so thrilled to start the next chapter of the rest of our lives together, and we are so happy that we have so much support as we begin this crazy journey! Josh and I love each of you very much and talk all the time about how grateful we are to have such an incredible army behind us. Thank you for all the love! We love you all so much!

And as always…. this story is to be continued…


 

And in case you somehow missed it… here’s the rest of the story!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (Josh’s perspective)

Part 3

Frisbee Boy Part 3

Perhaps the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever experienced. Perhaps the most embarrassing moment anyone has ever experienced.

After the friend zone that night we decided that we still both wanted to go to the concert the next week as friends. We’d had the concert planned since like our second date and we both still wanted to go! And after all, we had decided we could still be friends right?

December 9th 2017 he picked me up and we walked out to his car with just a little bit extra space between us; Hands dangling lonely towards the ground determined not to connect.

We knew there was a chance of traffic so we left early. But the roads were as clear as the red sea the day Moses parted it so we made it up north in record timing. With a lot of spare time before the concert, we decided to drive around his hometown.  He showed me his old school, his favorite places to eat, his old house, and all the other little places that were important to him in his life. All the while we talked.

See, conversations with Josh were always so easy. I never felt like I needed to try to impress him or be anything I wasn’t. I always felt comfortable to be myself. He always laughs at my jokes, which I love, and he is just a fun person to be around. It was easy to talk about the church nerd side of me because I knew he would get it. We would have deep and meaningful conversations frequently when we were together which was something I’ve never experienced, at least not to this magnitude, with any other boy I’d ever dated.

So we were driving.

I was laughing.

He was smiling.

This was something special.

And suddenly I remembered that I had friend-zoned this boy and my heart felt like it had been tied in a knot and two giants were playing tug-a-war with it…

“Whitney! What the *swear words* have you done?! You have made a terrible mistake.” just kept repeating in my head.

What was I thinking friend-zoning a boy like this?

I sat there squirming in my seat as I dwelt on this terrible mistake I had made.

But I could get out of it… right?

So I decided to do everything I could to send the signals I wanted out.

We made it to the concert but the parking lot was full so we had to drive to the overflow parking lot to catch a shuttle that would take us to the concert. When we sat down on the shuttle I made sure to sit extra close to him.

Ya see… My neighbor, Dan, has a method he likes to tell people about. It’s a process in which a girl can tell a boy that she likes him without having to say any words at all. It’s called The Three-Point Touch. Ask any of the young women in our ward about it and you’ll get a good explanation. In order to initiate the three-point touch one must complete a series of innocent touches… starting by touching the shoulder of the boy, then the elbow, then the wrist. These can be completed with a relative amount of time placed between them and are to just be casual interactions. For example, say a boy says something funny, the girl can then place her hand on the boy’s arm and say something like “you’re so funny!” and then immediately remove it. According to Dan, this is a fool-proof way to communicate to a guy that you like them.

Well I have already Two-hand shoved Josh into the friend-zone at this point, so I wasn’t sure just a simple three-point touch would cut it. So you’d better believe I snuggled right up next to him. knees and thighs touching. Arms touching shoulder to elbow. There were far more than three points, right? and instead of initiating the touch and then pulling away like the method suggests, I let it simmer for a while and just sat there very close to him.

He didn’t move away. This was a good sign.

So we make it to the concert and go in.

We find our seats and sit down.

His arm casually resting on the armrest.

I knew that if I wanted out of the friend-zone I’d need to make a bold move. And it had to be obvious.

I was going to hold his hand.

Okay, so the logical thing to do would be to just grab his hand right?

Ya, sometimes I don’t think things through very well….

So I’m sitting there and for some reason, it seemed like the obvious choice to snake my arm around the back of his arm in order to grab his hand from the other side. So I did just that. But this presented a serious problem. See, I’m a little one. Being 4’10” tall with proportionate extremities means I have kinda short arms. And Josh being almost 6’2″ with likewise proportionate extremities means his arms are significantly longer than mine. And to make matters worse he was so determined NOT to let me hold his hand that he kept his elbow placed firmly on the armrest.

My hand couldn’t reach his.

So I panicked.

I panicked bad.

I knew there was no easy way to shake my arm back around to pull it to safety. So I did the next thing my brain told me to do.

I wrapped my hand around the armrest.

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*this is a reenactment*

I was mortified.

I had just attempted to hold this boy’s hand but was unsuccessful. And now I was left here holding the armrest instead of his hand and now he was just looking down at my stupid arm trying to figure out what the heck I was trying to accomplish here.

And he thought it was funny so he JUST LEFT IT THERE! He left it there for what felt like an eternity although I’m sure it was only like thirty seconds.

Eventually, he just laughed and untangled my stupid arm and held my hand.

*takes breath of relief*

So that’s how we stayed for the rest of the concert.

The only problem was that despite the fact that our fingers were now interlocked, we STILL hadn’t discussed WHY IN THE SAM HECK I had made such an attempt to hold his hand.

As far as Josh knew I still just wanted to be friends and was just trying a sad unclassy attempt at friends with benefits. I knew we were going to have a conversation and I also knew it was going to be uncomfortable.

On the ride home I could feel the tension build with every mile we got closer to home. We were listening to Disney music and I didn’t know how to handle the situation so I just cranked the music to an uncomfortable level and sang my little heart out. There was no way Josh could say anything, which he later told me made him extremely frustrated.

As we exited the freeway he immediately pulled his hand away from mine and as we pulled into my apartment complex he turned down the music and with intense frustration asked “What are we doing?! I don’t know what’s going on?”

I finally opened up to him and explained to him the things that were going on in my life that had made me not want to date anyone, but I also told him that I really did like him wanted to date him. So for the next half hour, he patiently sat there and listened while I debated with myself about whether or not I was really ready for a relationship.

Finally, after a long debate, I just looked at him and exclaimed: “I WANT TO DATE YOU!”

Despite all that I had recently experienced in my life I knew Josh was good for me and that I really really liked him. I was going to go for it. I was going to date him.

Josh beamed.

That’s when we kissed.

So here we are… dating again and definitely happy about it.

 

And now the part that you all hate…

To be continued…

 


Catch up on the previous parts of the story!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (Josh’s perspective)

 

 

Frisbee boy Part 2.5 (Josh’s perspective)

 

I shared with you my side of things… everything from our first date to the friend zone, but what I left out was Josh’s side of things. What he thought about our first kiss and how he took the news that I just wanted to be friends. I thought it would be important to include both sides of the story.

So I asked him to help me out and we decided to give you just that: Josh’s side of the story…

 


 

“Did you kiss her?” asked my brother Matt excitedly.

*laughing*

“Yep! And It was grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!” I couldn’t keep in my excitement as my eyes rolled back in my head remembering just how great the date had been.

Upstairs my grandpa continued the questions. “How was the date with WHIT?!?” I told him it had been amazing. He was shocked that I had been on two amazing dates now with a girl as cute and talented as Whitney.

Then he said it, the phrase that would turn out to be all too true: “With a girl like that I’m afraid, Josh, that you’ll have plenty of competition!” Of course, I knew this was probably true, but after the last two dates and that Kiss of kisses I just laughed it off. I was ready for the competition, or at least I thought so…

That week things began to change. Text messages were exchanged. Sort of. Our conversations felt empty. Hollow. I WAS SO CONFUSED!!! Why did it feel like I was texting someone completely different than I had been dating??

A third fun date with no DTR left me even more confused than before. I received a late night text from Whitney. I was in bed. I knew as I rolled over that if I picked up my phone whether it was really good or really bad I would get no sleep that night. I did not want to look at that phone.

The anticipation was killing me. I read the text.

My heart dropped.

I was right. No sleep.

That was it. There was no way I was going to be with this girl. It was clear in my mind that she was interested in someone else or at the very least just not interested in me. She gave me the whole “I just don’t feel ready for a relationship at this point.” And “I would still love to be friends, but nothing more.” But I just knew (or rather, I thought I knew) that those words translated to “I don’t really want to date you.”

However, instead of reacting with emotion that night I decided to thank her for the text- finally having some sort of definition for our relationship- and told her we would be fine to go on our last planned date as just friends.

I had bought tickets weeks prior to a concert in Salt Lake City of a band we both like. I was not nearly as excited for this date as I had been for the previous dates, but I went prepared.

I was determined going into this date that I was NOT going to be pathetic. Of course, I still had some feelings for this girl, but I decided days before this date that if she wanted to be friends I was going to be the best friend she had ever had! My plan? No holding hands, no flirting, and certainly no kissing!

When the date started, my thinking and rethinking started.

We started the drive in the middle of rush hour from Provo to Salt Lake, but we were prepared and left with plenty of time to spare. “I like this a lot.”

With all of the extra time, we took a small drive through my hometown in West Valley City. I showed her my high school, my church, my old home. “I could be her friend! We could make this work!”

She made lots of jokes. I laughed.

I made lots of jokes. SHE laughed! “Ok, the friend zone might not work for me.”

Eventually, we made it to the concert. We found our seats and shortly after the music began, her hand also began…to move towards mine. “What is going on?!?”

 

To be continued…

 

Read previous parts of the story:

Frisbee Boy Part 1

Frisbee Boy Part 2

Frisbee Boy Part 2

For those of you who haven’t caught up yet, you should start with PART ONE.

Last time we talked I left off when Josh and I had just completed our first date. What a wonderful date. I was liking this boy hardcore at this point.

A week later he asked me on a second date.

It was Halloween. He picked me up and we went to his house to meet up with his brother Matt and Matt’s girlfriend Joey. Josh was living with his grandparents and like most grandparents houses on Halloween, it was a bustling place. There were all kinds of family members everywhere. I just sat there on the couch and tried to comprehend what was going on. Josh’s Grandpa came up to me and said “you must be Whit!” and then told me he thought I was a great writer and that he had read my blog. Which I thought was awesome because it’s every writer’s goal in life to have others enjoy your work. Josh was embarrassed because it revealed that they had definitely been stalking me on the internet, which I thought that was cute.

After meeting his entire extended family (on the second date… who does that? haha) We went to the Center Street Halloween Party in Provo. Josh and I went dressed as bank robbers, while Matt was dressed as a trash bag and Joey opted for a Jedi costume… which she wasn’t wearing yet when we took these pictures.

 

 

 

The Center Street party was fun. Being 4’10” tall makes squishy dances rough because I can’t ever really see what was going on and people tend to mull over you when they can’t see that you’re there. Josh was really good at always making sure I was safe. We held hands real tight during this whole time… mostly because I liked him, but also because I was nervous I was going to get squished to death by all the people.

After spending some time on Center street we decided to go back to his place and watch a couple episodes of Stranger Things.

We cuddled.

After some Stranger Things, he took me home to drop me off. He walked me to the door and that’s when it happened…

He pulled me in for a tight hug and told me how much fun he had had that night and looked me in the eyes and…

*drumroll*

He kissed me.

*swoons*

Right on the mouth.

*passes out*

Oh, it was great and we were both beaming. It was an absolutely perfect, magically wonderful, splendid first kiss.

We pulled away and both grinned as he said: “we should definitely do this again soon.” I stood at the door as he walked away with his head cranked around to look at me as he walked. What an incredible night.

But here’s my dilemma…

What I didn’t mention last time is that at this point in my life I was dating a lot of other people. My roommates would laugh at me because every night when I would come home from work I would start getting ready for a date and they would always say “who are you going out with tonight?” and the answer was always different.

I had a mutual account (yes… I know… I was one of those people) and was doing my best to meet people everywhere I went. I was dating like madness.

This was all a weird experience for me because before my mission I had been on a total of seven… YES… SEVEN dates. When I first came home from my mission I hadn’t ever kissed a boy and had literally not even held a boys hand before I was an R.M. So to come home from my mission and suddenly have seven dates a WEEK sent me into shock. I wasn’t used to this. I didn’t know how to handle all this attention and all the stress that comes from having a large array of boys fishing for your attention.

And to make matters worse at this point I was in the midst of drama with a boy I had dated over the summer, as well as experiencing drama with another boy I had also recently started dating. So much so that I became incredibly confused about what I wanted and had a diluted desire to start a serious relationship with anyone. I was left hurt and confused and angry and I wanted out of all these uncomfortable situations.

I was feeling completely overwhelmed by this whole deal. I was sick of the drama and I was sick of the stress from all these silly boys so I decided I was going to take a break.

From all of them.

I needed a reset. I needed a clean slate. To quote Lady Antebellum, I needed a Heart Break. I needed a minute to figure out what I wanted with my life.

So I worked on friend zoning them all…

one by one.

On one of the nights to follow, I went to Josh’s house to watch some more episodes of Stranger Things. I knew I wanted to tell him that I wanted to just be friends, but I also wanted him to initiate the D.T.R. because I knew it was overdue and I was too nervous to initiate it myself. All night we danced around that topic. On this particular night I also had a paper due at midnight and was anxious to get home and get it done, and It was also on that night I had received some other disappointing news that only added to my stress. With all of that on my plate, I was definitely not in a place that I wanted to have a long conversation about feelings.

Josh took me home and I rushed inside to complete my assignment before the clock struck twelve.

At about one in the morning, after hitting submit on my assignment, I also hit submit on a text to Josh.

I explained to him that I really did like him, but that I wasn’t at a place in my life that I wanted to start a serious relationship.

I told him I wanted to just be friends.

to be continued…

 

Part 1

Frisbee Boy Part 1

It all started with a frisbee.

One beautiful October day (October 26th to be exact) I was leaving campus after a successful day of classes when I walked past a small group of people tossing a frisbee around. One of them looked towards me and yelled “you ready?!” as he prepared to toss the frisbee in my direction.

I yelled back “sure!” although my hands were full and I was definitely not ready.

He tossed the frisbee in my direction and with hands full of my phone and keys I fumbled to catch it and it inevitably ended up on the ground. I went to go pick it up to toss it back to him when I noticed a note on the front of the frisbee written in sharpie…

This note would change my life.

The note stated that he was looking for a date for the next day and if I was available and interested I should write my name and number on the bottom of the frisbee and toss it back to him.

I flipped over the frisbee and sure enough, there was a sharpie and a piece of paper taped to the bottom of the frisbee.

As I stood there trying to comprehend what was even going on and what the heck I should do the boy started to walk towards me.

He was cute.

I was free.

So I scratched down my digits real quick.

And that’s where it all began.

I gave him back the frisbee with my number now written on the back. He said he’d text me. I was beaming as I walked to my car and texted several of my close friends to tell them about the crazy event that had just happened.

Not too long later I got a text from the boy telling me his name was Josh.

I saved him in my phone as “Josh the Frisbee Boy”

The next day he picked me up and we met up with a group of his friends. We trecked over to the local corn maze.

We ran around in the crisp October weather through the tall walls of corn as we got to know each other. I don’t think I’ve ever clicked with a boy so quickly on a first date in my life. We became friends so fast and it felt as if I had known him for years. He had just the right sense of humor and better yet… he even laughed at all my jokes. Conversation flowed just so easily as we talked about everything from random facts about us to deep doctrine found in Facsimile 2 in the Book of Abraham. (no joke… that’s what we talked about on our first date. haha)

As we ran through the corn maze we ended up ditching his group of friends altogether because we were just enjoying each other’s company so much. At one point he put his arm around me and that’s how we walked around for the rest of the time in the maze. Once we made it out we went and sat by a fire which was where he held my hand for the first time.

While we sat by the fire holding hands we discussed our favorite General Conference talks. I was a goner. Never in my life had a met a boy that could carry a gospel conversation quite like Josh could. There was something so special about him. And to find someone so great that wanted to hold MY hand?! What a dream.

As we were walking we had a group of people ask us if we would be willing to take a picture of them. We willingly obliged. As we were standing there another couple walked up to us and thinking we were apart of the group, asked us if we wanted them to take a picture so that we could be in it too. We explained that we weren’t actually with their group and were just taking a picture of them. One of the guys jokingly said, “well, do you want a picture with them anyways?!”

We both laughed and shrugged and said “hey! Why not!”

And that’s how our first picture we ever took together was a blurry picture with a group of strangers.

 

 

The rest of the date was splendid and after we met back up with his group of friends we decided to go to iHop where we shared some stuffed french toast (one of my absolute favorite foods might I add.)

We finally left the restaurant and he took me home around one in the morning. At my door he gave me a sweet hug and with a grin from ear to ear he told me how much fun he had and said he’d like to do this again sometime. I said of course and thanked him for a great night.

Little did I know how much “Josh the Frisbee Boy” would quickly become a part of my life. There would be some bumps and obstacles to follow, but at this point, we had a perfect start to a wonderful story and I was thrilled to see what was to come!

To be continued………

 

Part 2

My Forgotten Carol

Heyyyy there my lovelies!

I hope y’all are getting excited about Christmas!

I’m just cuddled up here on the couch on a Sunday afternoon thinking about The Savior and how magnificent His birth was to the world. All afternoon I’ve been listening to the Forgotten Carols by Michael McClean.

Michael McClean’s music follows the nativity story and the characters from that story that have been forgotten. What would the Inn Keeper say if you asked him his story? Would he encourage the world to let the Savior in? An angel auditions to sing in the choir at the Savior’s birth, but doesn’t make the cut. The Shepherd’s sing about their visits from the angels. Joseph sings shares his feelings about loving Jesus even though he wasn’t the Savior’s father.

As I’ve been sitting here in my tiny apartment surrounded by Christmas lights and Christmas music It’s lead me to wonder… what would my Forgotten Carol be? What story do I have to share about the Savior’s birth?

Just like the Shepherd sings; “I did not go to Bethlehem or hear the Angels sing.”

But what about that one time when I was fourteen when I first knelt and asked if He was really there? I felt Him. I knew. What about that time in High School I testified of the Saviors Birth and felt that burning that confirmed that feeling? What about those times I knelt and asked for forgiveness? Was it not Him that lifted that pain from my shoulders? What about that time I stood as a His full-time representative as a missionary for His church? Did my service in His name lead others closer to Him? What about that time last week that I was having an off day and somebody else followed His example and served me.

Does that not make me a part of the story?

As I sat here pondering all of this it made me realize that we are all a part of the nativity story. I’m sure we all watched patiently from heaven for the birth of our Savior. I’m sure we sang along with the Angels when we heard them sing. I’m sure there were shouts of joy when we knew that He had come as King of King and Lord of Lords to save US from our sins.

And even now, as we share love for each other we continue to keep that story alive. We continue to turn new chapters that made the Savior’s birth and life significant. It’s up to us to keep the story going.

So this Christmas as you sing of Sleigh bells and Christmas Trees, don’t forget to sing of Him.

Because His birth is why you’re here. You are a part of this story.

And to echo the Shepherd I ask;

“Do you think you’ll join us though you’ve not seen a thing? And you were not there in Bethlehem to hear the angels sing. But if you feel this spirit in the air. Then just like me, you’ll know he was here.”

My friend’s I know that He is here.

What part of His story are you going to tell?

 

-Whit

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P.s. I just wanted to take a quick sec and direct you on over to my Portfolio Site! I recently added a sweet new engagement shoot that I did over the weekend that I am whipping and nae naeing about! #HeartEyesForDays

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“I believe in you”

A couple months ago I posted a story on instagram about an experience I had with one of my tumbling students.

This particular student is eight years old  has a few extra trials that most 8 year olds I teach don’t have. When I first met this friend of mine he was terrified to even do a forward roll and would hardly jump on a trampoline because of his anxiety and would just repeat over and over again “but teacher it makes me too nervous.” My most common phrase I’d say to this friend of mine is “Be brave.” And you’d better believe we’ve had a several long talks about what it means to be brave. Earlier this week we were in class when I was working with my class on the trampoline. I asked them to climb up on a large box that is bigger than they are, jump off of it onto a trampoline, then continue doing specific jumps down the trampoline. When this friend’s turn came he wobbled up the box and climbed to his feet. I was fully expecting another spout of fear so I looked at him and said “are you brave?” And he just gave me a big thumbs up and said “I’m gonna rock it teacher!!” And just like that he jumped right off that box and did some of the prettiest jumps I’ve ever seen him do. You’d better believe there were tears in my eyes because at that moment I was reminded why I love what I do so darn much.

I have experiences like this all the time as a tumbling coach.

There are moments in every person’s life that are monumental. For most gymnasts, some of those events include learning difficult skills for the first time or accomplishing things that are difficult for them.

There is a special moment in each of these experiences that pierce every coach right to the center.

These moments usually happen seconds after the athlete has accomplished something difficult. It’s the moment when the athlete looks at their coach with joy in their eyes as if to say “coach! Look what you helped me do!”

I had three of these moments yesterday. The first was when one of my competitive athletes did her back handspring by herself for the first time. The other two were when some other athletes connected multiple back handsprings in a row that they had never done before.

 

That look. The look at the very end of this video. Is the reason I coach.

It’s in these moments I’m reminded why I do what I do. I’m reminded that I love these kids. I’m reminded how cool it is that I get to play a tiny part in the big events in someone else’s life.

Because it’s not about the flips or the fancy tricks, but it’s about believing in someone more than they believe in themselves. And I’ve learned that if you believe in them long enough, they’ll start to believe too. And that means everything to me because I’ve been that athlete before that’s been blessed because someone has believed in me.

The moment I did my first back handspring. The moment I landed my first full. The moment I found out I had qualified for my first national championships.

I know in each of these moments I looked towards my coaches with this same look of joy in my eyes. Because I knew they had put in just as much effort as I had. And they cared about me.

Those are moments I will forever be grateful for.

So everytime an athlete looks at me like that… I think of them. I think about how they believed in me. I think about how they impacted my life. And that means the world.

So go tell someone that you believe in them. See what happens.

 

-WhitneySue