Hey there! As I’m starting out this blog, I want you to get to know me as well as possible because we’re all friends here. I believe that storytelling brings people together and creates meaningful connections, and that’s ultimately what I want out of this blog. So grab a Diet Coke and cozy on up because I’m about to tell you how I wound up getting married at 18 years old.
Whenever I tell people how old I was when I got married, I can almost see the panic in their eyes as they think of a response. They usually say something along the lines of “you go, girl,” “Wait you were how old??” or just straight up “Holy crap that’s young.” People are actually pretty nice about it, but it’s great entertainment watching people struggle with what to say.
I’m totally cool with it, and I love being able to tell my story and explain how I fell into that position.
It all started in January of my senior year. I was kind of dating a guy, I was getting ready for college, and I was just enjoying the last little bit of high school but also counting down the days until graduation. I walked into church on January 11, not knowing that day would mark the beginning of the rest of my life.
I sat down in the third row with my family just as the meeting was about to start. Everything was normal until the recently returned missionary stood up at the pulpit and started talking.
He was gorgeous, charming, and spiritual — what more could you want in a man? I specifically remember thinking, “Oh my gosh, he’s so cute but would NEVER date someone like me. There’s no way.” After listening to his beautiful voice for 20 minutes, he sat down and I carried on with my day. (Fun side note — after the meeting ended, my best friend said to me, “Lindsey, what if you married him?”)
He wasn’t at church the next week, and I honestly kind of forgot about the whole thing. But about two weeks after the homecoming talk, I was hanging out with my friend and I got a call from my sister, Maggie, who was best friends with his sister, Maloree. Maggie told me that Mal’s cute brother from the homecoming talk wanted my number, and she asked if she could give it to him.
I told Maggie she could give him my number, but I had no expectations of him ever texting me. He was older, good-looking, athletic, and pretty much everything I had ever wanted so it would have been way too good to be true. Maybe an hour later, a text from an unknown number popped up on my phone:
And that, friends, was the beginning of something beautiful. The friend I was with at the time was the first to call it — he said, “You’re going to marry this guy.”
We texted back and forth over the next couple of weeks, and I was honestly terrified. He asked me out three times before I finally said yes (but to be fair, he asked me to go to dinner with his entire extended family before we had even talked in person and I definitely wasn’t going to do that).
I still remember the first Sunday I was actually going to see him at church. I made sure to wear something really cute and do my hair all nice, but I also had plans to run the other direction if I saw him. I remember so distinctly seeing him down the hall that Sunday and literally hiding behind my parents trying to sneak out without him seeing me because I was THAT ridiculously shy, but he was waiting for me so I had to talk to him. He had me hooked the first time he spoke to me.
I would see him at our sisters’ basketball games and my stomach would jump into my throat. He drove me home from one of their games and I literally felt like I was going to pass out the entire time. I didn’t usually get nervous around guys, so it was really out of character for me to feel like that.
After about a month of nerves, texting, and awkward basketball game conversations, I finally agreed to a real date. Granted I almost canceled the date the day of because I was so nervous, but when he showed up at my door with flowers I knew everything would be fine. We went to Cafe Rio and watched Monster’s University and A Goofy Movie on Valentine’s Day 2015, and we were attached at the hip from that day forward.
I remember feeling so nervous but comfortable on the date, and in a weird way, I knew it was just going to work out. I went to chat with my mom afterward to tell her how it went, and she immediately felt the same way. When I was talking to her, we heard a knock on the door. I went downstairs and Karter had left this darling setup on my porch — with all of my favorite things.
Everyone always asks how my parents felt about the whole thing, and I am so grateful I can say they were supportive the entire time. They both loved Karter and have a great relationship with him to this day, even though it took my dad a minute to warm up to the idea of his high school daughter dating a returned missionary.
Two days after our first date, we had our first kiss on Karter’s birthday. It was the most tender moment, and I had never felt anything like it. I still get butterflies thinking about it now (I’ll tell you that story another time).
By the end of February, I had shown him the ring I wanted and invited him on our family vacation to Disneyland. It felt like we had known each other for years — we were best friends and just got each other. It was indescribable. We booked our temple date mid-March, and had to keep it on the down low because I was still in high school and people were judgemental (also another story for another day).
Once I finally graduated, we were able to get engaged and really start planning our wedding. It was quick and I was young, but we were in love. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m so grateful that I was blessed with Karter so early on in my life and that he stepped in when he did. I don’t know how I could have lived the past few years without him — and I love him for the amazing person he is.
This was a long post, but I hope you feel like you know me a little bit better. I’ll keep telling my stories about how we dealt with me being in high school, how we got engaged, planning our wedding, and all the other things you want to hear, but I thought this would be a good place to start. Thanks for reading!