We're getting married!

On the first day of Pottery class in August 2017, the whole class was going around telling our experience with clay and why we were taking the class. Joel was the first to go, and he asks the teacher if he should be honest. So he was. Joel went on about how he is only taking the class because he has to and he isn't good at pottery so he disliked it. I was staring at him with his skater shoes, gauged ears, and his backwards hat thinking, "wow, what a tool." We didn't talk for almost the entire semester because of that. During finals, I was sitting by the office where they serve free coffee and cookies for the students. Here comes Joel and our professor and I'm thinking to myself, "oh brother." Joel sits next to me and we start talking. He was everything I thought he wasn't. He wasn't a typical party college boy. He was respectful, funny, sweet, and never partied. I decided to skip 3 of my buses to sit there and talk with him more. He then spilt hot coffee all over himself, and I thought it was adorable. Little did I know that he was in writhing pain, but was trying to act cool about it. I couldn't get him out of my mind, so in the middle of winter break I messaged him, and the rest is history.

On our first day of Pottery class, I was feeling extra cool. It was the end of summer time, still hot enough outside to dress for summer but starting to cool down. I loved being a college kid and was proud of my school, Colorado State University. So on the first day of class, I decided to cruise to class from my apartment on my longboard. Wearing a pair of skater style shorts, vans, a tank top, and a backwards CSU hat. I was feeling good. As I rolled up to class and popped off my longboard, full of swagger, I had the "big man on campus" attitude. I turned the corner, down the hallway and into the classroom. I looked to my left, and then I saw her. Kelly Kiana Newton, with chopsticks in her hair, gorgeous eyes, a face that melted me, and a booty that wouldn't quit! I immediately knew she was the girl. It really was a gut feeling that she was going to be my girl. Of course, Kelly hates smug jerks, so my big man on campus attitude had other plans. She immediately hated me and thought I couldn't have been more pompous. So for the whole semester, as she walked past rolling her eyes and scoffing in disgust, I admired her booty... uh, I mean beauty, from afar. But that first night, after making my future wife more or less hate me, I went home to my roommate. I dropped my backpack in the kitchen, took a deep breath, and said, "Today in class, I saw the girl I'm going to marry. It will happen." Lucky for us, our class professor, some cookies in the art department lounge, and a spilled cup of coffee set destiny on its course. Years later so much has changed, and everything fell into place, just as my gut knew it would on that first day of class.