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.

Josh and Whit Engagement Video

The moment you’ve all been waiting for…

*cue drum roll*

Here’s our engagement video!!! A special thanks goes out to Josh’s dad, Michael, who was responsible for the camera work as well as our besties Trent and Jordan who were the masterminds behind getting me to the scene of the crime without me knowing! Sorry this took me a thousand years to finish editing! I speak for both of us when I say June 2nd couldn’t come any faster… only 49 more days!

We love you all and hope you enjoy!

-Whit

p.s. If you haven’t already filled out our wedding invitation request form, please do so!

 

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