I moved to Colby in 2014 and started working at Walmart in the deli. I had made a few friends at work and Tia Griffin being one of them. She told me one day that there was a guy in the backroom named Phillip and that I should pick on the kid because it was her soon to be brother in law. So I did just that and him and I became friends as well. After a few times of me struggling to throw my trash away after my shift, another buddy of mine saw the opportunity to try to play match maker and made Phillip help me with my trash every night that he was working. Yes, we flirted over trash haha. After a few months of this he decided to have me come hang out. So I went to his house and we were watching a movie and he kissed me! And naturally the first thing to come out of my mouth was ‘it’s about time’. We had talked after that night but when he asked me to be his girlfriend I froze and told him I wasn’t ready. Fast forward about a year at his brother and Tias wedding, they both kept telling me to dance with him. Of course I wasn’t going too. Phillip mustered up the courage and asked me to dance with him and again asked me to be his girlfriend with again getting shut down. Fast forward again a few months after I had found out I was pregnant, I moved to Burlington to be in a better situation and this man did not let up! I was way to nervous and scared. So I kept turning him down. Then I got a message from him asking me to meet his mom and him for lunch in Burlington on June 1st. That afternoon I had gone into labor and he stayed up with me for over 30 hours, just to make sure I had someone to make me laugh and just to make sure that I was doing ok. 3 days later he drove to Burlington and brought a package of diapers and stayed with me. I realized that I was making a mistake from the get go on not being this sweet amazing mans girlfriend. A year later he discussed marriage and both agreed we wanted to marry each other, I proposed and, the rest I’m sure you can figure out!

Over four years ago now I met Kara, the independent woman of my dreams, with her long brown hair and greasy hair net; yes, that’s right hair net. You see Kara and I met at Walmart while she worked in the deli and I worked in the back room unloading truck. The highlight of my day was around 9 o’clock most nights when Walmart wasted all the deli food and donated it to the compactor gods as a substitute for blood sacrifice, a policy changed when Sam Walton died. Anyways, almost every night I would be enlisted to help the brown haired goddess to the risky task of dumping the meat (lifting the trash bag into the compactor). While at the compactor we would bullshit and rack up some time theft (the unspoken requirement for walking into the back room let-alone working there). In that time of about two years I fell in love with Kara and her upbeat attitude, something that was a great relief to being an adult at almost 17. Those times in the back room were the greatest times. Reconnecting at my brother’s wedding after I left the store for the DC, I quickly fell in love with the little things about Kara. My feelings never changed for her when I found out about her being pregnant with Oliver, but I took a couple steps back from pursuing a life with Kara. With the idea that Oliver would be best with two whole parents instead of a life with a “step father.” I use parentheses because I don’t see myself as Oliver’s step father, Oliver has been my son since day one. But when I found out Kara was going to be a single parent I got ahold of her and we talked until about two months before Oliver was born and lost touch until a month later we started talking again. When I met Oliver at four days old I fell in love with him and knew I would be comfortable to help raise him. We look forward to raising Oliver and growing our family, playing games into the night and enjoying each other’s company. I am happy to spend the rest of my life with Kara, my friend, my person, the love of my life.