My first memorable interaction with Kobi was in AP World History of our Sophomore year of High School. One day, Mrs. Linn forced everyone to pair up with someone on the other side of the class for an in-class assignment. I was paired with Kobi. While doing the assignment, Kobi and I still worked individually. Once finished, we both did the classic "Is this what you got? Okay, cool". It would not be until Junior year of High School, that a new Bible teacher sat Kobi behind me and the real story began. I'm not sure what we even talked about at first (Probably some nonsense about hockey and the Ducks' orange jerseys), but we talked every day in this 1st period Bible class. It could be that Kobi wanted to talk to me because Mr. Si, the Bible teacher, hyped me up as being an incredible, amazing, awesome student in his class. The same year I asked Kobi to Winter Formal. When my mother asked me about Kobi and why I was taking her, I responded "She is the sweetest person I know". This is an early fact I knew about Kobi and is still true to this day. Throughout the same year I wooed her by wiffing at a soccer ball during one of our lunches (To this day she does not let me forget of this moment), brief conversations as she passed me on the way to her Spanish Honors Class, carrying her books to her car, and eating lunch with her boring girl group (No offense to anyone who was in that group). Sometime in May of our Junior year of High School, I forced her to be my girlfriend by proclaiming she was my girlfriend without asking her. There was no doubt in my mind that Kobi was forever going to be my best friend. In the many years of being a couple, Kobi and I have accumulated a plethora of inside jokes, shared experiences, and hilarious stories. Beyond our experiences, for those that know Kobi, I do not need to tell you how blessed I am to be able to share the rest of my life with her.

Let me just start off by saying that the fact that I am sitting here writing this is so completely surreal and long awaited. Thinking back over all of the amazing memories that Kyle and I have shared is so humbling and I feel so incredibly lucky to be the girl that gets to spend the rest of her life as Mrs. Kyle Patrick Frazer (Wow! That's fun to say!). Our story began at Calvary Chapel High School in Santa Ana. Our first interaction occurred our sophomore year in Mrs. Linn's AP World History class. Kyle and I each sat on opposite sides of the room from one another and I remember him making his friends laugh quite often in the class. Thus, when Mrs. Linn randomly forced us to pair-up together for an in-class assignment, my shy self decided that I had better work individually because how could someone so funny take an assignment seriously? Boy was I wrong! We got all the same answers. It took some time before we were once again forced to sit next to one-another. This time it was in Junior Bible. A few weeks into the year, Mr. Si decided that it was necessary to make a seating chart and what do you know...he sat Kyle in front of me. We began talking here and there and Kyle even began to show up to the volleyball games with some of his baseball teammates. This prompted him to make a funny hitting motion and sound whenever he passed me (mainly when he was leaving and I was headed to Spanish Class). In all of our interactions, Kyle never failed to make me laugh. I really enjoyed his company and began looking forward to each time that our paths would cross throughout the day. On my 17th birthday, I arrived at my seat in Bible class (slightly late) to find a bag on my desk with my name written on it in rainbow colors. Inside was a chocolate doughnut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. I turned to thank my friend, Ashley, for the thoughtful gift and she motioned to me that it was from Kyle. I remember being surprised, but...

I didn't think anything of it. A few days later at lunch, Kyle walked up with some of his baseball teammates and proceeded to hold a quick pepper session before handing me the volleyball and some flowers. On the volleyball he had written: “Will you go to Winter Formal with me?” After I said yes, he hurried off to an AP Art History lunch session. To top it all off, every time I would enter a classroom or pass him on campus, Kyle would proceed to announce to everyone around that I was his date to Winter Formal. I remember thinking that it was so sweet that he wanted everyone to know that he was taking me. There was one problem though, Kyle didn’t ask me for my phone number. How were we going to coordinate our colors and stuff? And did he even want to talk to me? Thankfully I didn’t have long to wait. A few days later, I went to our school’s football game with some friends. As I walked up to sit down in the bleachers, Kyle stood up and acknowledged my presence by telling everyone within hearing distance that his date to Formal had arrived. After the game, I walked down to the field with my friend Nikki and her boyfriend Kohl (one of Kyle’s teammates) to say hi to some of our friends on the football team. Kyle proceeded to hop the fence, run over to me, and tell me he needed my phone. I obliged and he entered his number before saying goodbye and running back to his friends. I specifically remember Kohl’s words: “Wow, that was smooth.” I can’t help but laugh when I think back to how I specifically waited two whole days to text Kyle (I guess this was my version of playing hard to get?). From then on, Kyle and I have talked pretty much every single day. We have shared countless memories and experiences. Through it all, Kyle never fails to make me laugh and feel special. To say I am looking forward marrying my best friend would be the hugest understatement of the century.