Mr. and Mrs. Drebot

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And there ya have it….

I’m a Drebot now. Whitney Reid Drebot to be exact. Drebot is pronounced like the “Dre” in “Dreadlocks” and “Bow” like the kind you put in your hair. (Maybe even your dreadlocks if you have them. *winky face*) The “T” is silent. And if that’s still confusing… just make something up.

I married the man of my dreams exactly 1 month ago today.

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The front of our wedding invitation

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The back of our wedding invitations

What a beautifully magnificent wonderful fantastic day it was. And what a dream it has been ever since.

It’s the little things.

The other night we went to bed super late after a long day of work for the both of us. I got to bed first and was curled up under the blankets when Josh came walking in the room toating one of our new cookbooks under his arm. I couldn’t stop laughing as he curled up in bed next to me and started reading me the cookbook. He read me random recipes until I fell asleep. Those are the moments I live for in marriage.

This last month we’ve been working away at organizing our new lives. We’ve been organizing our new apartment and sorting through all of our wonderful gifts and presents given to us by all of our generous family and friends and we are overwhelmed with how many wonderful people we have in our lives. We are SO GRATEFUL for all the magnificent people who helped make our wedding such a dream. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all those who made the day so special. Thank you to everyone who came and supported us at our sealing, thank you to Josh’s Grandpa for organizing a wonderful luncheon, and thank you to those who helped us pull off my dream reception, including my genius mom and Aunt Mary who were the mastermind behind such beautiful decorations (pictures coming soon), everyone who contributed their talents or skills to help us pull it off, those who came early to set up, those who stayed late to help take it down, those who spent the night making homemade donuts for everyone, and last but not least, everyone who came, danced, and shared the special night with us.

Each of you mean so much to us and we are so grateful that we have you.

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So…. now what?

I am still coaching tumbling at High Altitude Tumbling and love every second I get to spend with the talented athletes I work with every day. Josh is still working at Target and is excited for upcoming adventures with his new promotion and the opportunity he gets to help open a new store this fall. We love dates. We love spending time with family. We love sharing cheese. Our favorite shows right now are Shark Tank and Queer Eye. We love slow dancing in the kitchen. And we love hanging out with our married couple friends. More than anything, we love each other and we love that we are finally a family.

My goal is to be a little more present on here now that the wedding’s over. We’ve had a running joke in my family that whenever we talk about something we need to do someone responds with “after the wedding”… “Mom, are you going to cook dinner tonight”….”We’ll make dinner after the wedding”…”We really need to do laundry”…”after the wedding”…”I really need new shoes”…”You can get some after the wedding.”

Well, here we are, after the wedding.

So maybe I’ll start with a couple posts of our beautiful pictures taken by our ever so talented wedding photographer, Ashley Hawks. Maybe we’ll share some stories of Josh making delicious meals from his cookbook he reads to me late at night, or the dinners I make that end up setting off the smoke alarms. Maybe we’ll work a wedding video in there somewhere. Maybe a few scriptures will be mixed in here and there. Maybe I’ll share stories to make you laugh, or maybe they’ll make you cry.

So here it begins…

The story of Mr. and Mrs. Drebot.

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…


He kissed me.


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