Welcome to part IV of how the moosh came to be. Didn’t read parts I-III? Start here and work your way to today. NaBloPoMo is fluid like that. And I’m just lazy enough not to link.

MousekerReady! MousekerSet? Here we go! (SAHM’s, you totally got that one right?)
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“So let’s make out!”

“Nope, I’ll only make out with my wife.”

“So let’s go to Vegas!”

“Nope, I’ll only marry a Mormon girl.”

OY! THE HOOPS!

So not only did I have to marry him to get him to make out with me, I had to become Mormon to get him to marry me in the first place. Sigh.

Where do I sign up?

It just so happens that in order to “sign up” into this little religion of mine it involves a few lessons from missionaries a commitment and a baptism. I found myself some missionaries and made the call.

“Hi, I need you to make me a Mormon.”

“Uh, okay!”

The missionaries showed up the next day and I started my quest for Cody. (Side note, it really helped that the missionary who showed up at my door was a smokin’ hottie. I see you Tim! Ashlee! HI!)

Anyone that knew me at this time in my life will know the change that happened in me. I went from being materialistically happy to honest to goodness happy. (Insert a whole other post here about my Testimony and conversion, while it’s important, very important in fact, it deserves its own space and time.) I started the whole conversion thing to get a boy into bed and there came a point where that wasn’t important anymore. (Well, as important. Heh.)

Lying in Cody’s lap one night he was talking about New York. His friends, the food, the weather and how he was going back the following year.

I told him I wished I could go to New York.

“Do you want to come with me?”

With that simple question I knew, I mean I KNEW, that this was who I was going to marry, have babies with and grow old with.

This is the part where I check if you’re still paying attention.

This crystallizing moment happened three weeks after I found out his name.

That was seven years ago, and we’ve been to New York twice.

I heart New York.I heart New York.

I heart New York, and Cody.

To be continued…

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Stay tuned for the next installment in how the moosh came to be. “Two weddings and a few dozen pounds make the world go round.”

Comments

  1. You converted in three weeks?

    We definitely need more details here.

  2. That Cody must be some catch for you to do all that hoop jumping (and move to Indy to boot!) I’m excited for the next installment. Oh, and pardon the poor blog-friend etiquette – I know I’ve been absent for a few days. I can’t keep up with all you daily posters!

  3. THREE WEEKS???? holy rushing into things, batman!

    but aren’t you two SO CUTE?! :)

  4. Hott. I mean HOTT!

  5. I’m still stunned by the three weeks revelation. Wow. While I had a feeling about my husband from the very beginning, we weren’t completely sure we were right for each other for two years. (Well, there was other stuff in there that complicated things. Not going to bore you here in your comments.)

    Willing to convert to a new religion is pretty dedicated! But you do look so happy together. Finding happiness in yourself when you’re with that right person is awesome.

  6. I love NY too…and I love this story!!!

  7. i’m still listening.

    i love this sory.

    so, so good….

  8. Y’all are too adorable!

  9. So sweet. And I can’t help but think that your outfit in that picture is ADORABLE.

  10. I was a lush in college but forgot to convert to Mormonism. I did convert to Catholicism, but that may have been in the wrong direction concerning the lushness issue. ;)

    Okay, so hot husband, blah blah blah… tell me about New York! I’m going next week and I need some plans! My hotel is in (on?) Times Square and I’ll have a lot of free time during the day. You give me a plan, I’ll do it and take pictures.

    In the meantime, stop posting gorgeous photos of yourself because our shared readers are going to think I look like a shaved donkey ass next to you.

  11. Three weeks! Holy schamoly!

  12. My heart is black and full of ice, and maybe broken in two places. But still, this story makes me cry.

    (I love how the Mormons can meet, fall in love, and marry in a matter of weeks. Nobody does love like the Mormons.)

    (Says the girl that met, fell in love, move across the country, and married in 4 months.)

    Can’t wait for the rest of the story.

  13. Those missionaries must have been doing cartwheels down the hall after each meeting with you. I am a convert because of a boy, we’re now married 11 years. He graduated from law school two and a half years ago and it was totally worth it, even though he works for the state and makes half what he could. I can’t wait to hear the rest.

  14. Anne Marie says:

    Love this! Who would have thought? I’m sure not you! ;)

  15. Awwwww!

  16. 3 weeks…..zoinks! such a cute story…and pic….can’t wait to read the rest! :)

  17. It’s stories like this one that make me glad some of my favorite bloggers are doing NaBloPoMo. I know I don’t have to wait too long for more!

  18. Mouseker-me, Mouseker-you, Mousekerdoer! Even I got that.

    Wow, girl. When you know, you know. I knew within a week so I won’t judge. And yeah, I probably would have gone to such extreme lengths as well. You know how I am about God, but I’m so happy to hear that you found him along the way as well. It sounds like Cody (and God) were just what you needed.

  19. Very cute and so romantic.

  20. oh this blog gets better and better…I am also a convert..joined at 18…we should share stories some day:)

  21. Those missionaries work quickly…

    Love the story.

    texasholly @ June Cleaver Nirvanas last blog post..I would like to buy a vowel

  22. Hello Moosh,

    Well, actually, I’m brand-spankin’ new here so I don’t know what I’m s’posed to call you . . . I started at the beginning of the story and read each post up through this one. Holy cow! What a life change. This is a great love story, a great LIFE story. I think I need to go find those later posts, darnit . . . and me with something in my eye and all . . .

    – Laurie @ Foolery

    p.s. Nice to meet you

    foolerys last blog post..The Two Greatest Pieces of Marital Advice EVER

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