Our Love Story

As a blogger, so much of my life is an open book. That is one of the things I like and dislike most about what I do. I feel so connected to my followers, and genuinely love being able to connect with so many incredible people around the world in a way that has never been available in the past. I do, however, cherish my privacy and the undocumented moments of true joy with the people I love. If you have been following my blog for a while, chances are you know a little bit about the handsome man in my life but I never go into too much detail. I have shared glimpses into our life together, but what you probably don’t know is how our love story came about. We partnered with Silver Jeans to share our Love Story, and I encourage you to watch their hilarious mini series “Love Below the Waist” documenting the awkward stages you go through at the start of a relationship.

Our love story started over 6 and a half years ago… yes! We’ve been together for that long! lol. And it is a tale as old as time. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall madly, annoyingly, passionately in love with each other… blah blah blah. You guys requested this post, right? Patrick and I both went to high school in Colorado at nearby schools. We had several mutual friends, played for the same soccer club, and crossed paths about a billion times without ever actually coming in contact with each other. I went out-of-state for college, and it wasn’t until I was back in Colorado for summer break when we finally met. We don’t remember the story exactly, but we were at a mutual friends house when we were briefly introduced to each other. I was dressed in a 70’s outfit, which we all know is a great look haha but all I remember is thinking to myself .. I want to know more about that TALL, incredibly attractive guy I just met. We got each others numbers and decided to meet up in Downtown Denver with a bunch of friends that weekend. It was a pretty perfect night until we left… long story short – he had to walk almost 10 miles home after we hung out that night. I offered to come pick him up and drive him home but he kept insisting he was almost back to his house. 3 hours of us talking on the phone later he finally made it back to his house and I was only a couple of days away from having to head back to college. I have said it a million times and I will say it a million times more, talking on the phone for 3 hours while he walked home laid the foundation of a beautiful relationship that was ahead of us. Nothing physical, no games, just two people learning all about each other, not thinking that anything could come of it because I lived in another state.

We talked non-stop the next couple of days and he came over to help me pack to head back to school. We continued talking on the phone and Skyped nearly every second of every day for a month before he drove to my college one weekend to see me. Honestly, the rest was history. Soon after that we became official and spent 3 years in a long-distance relationship. We made it a point to see each other as often as possible, typically at least once a month. I think it is true what they say – distance makes the heart grow fonder. For 3 years we were in a constant state of excitement for the next time we got to be together. It was like life was complete when we were together and we only wanted each other when we were apart. What makes me so madly in love with Patrick is not is good looks (although he is pretty easy on the eyes) but instead his incredibly pure heart, compassion and fire for life. He has been my light during the hardest of times and my biggest supporter during the good. He works so hard that it motivates everyone around him. He always puts others needs in front of his own. For the 6 years we’ve been together I don’t think I have once heard him complain or say a cruel thing about anyone or anything. And most importantly, he makes me feel 100% comfortable with who I am and has never wanted to change a single thing about me. How incredibly comforting it is to have someone who loves you unconditionally, allows you to make mistakes, and cherishes your imperfections. After 3 years in a long-distance relationship and after moving to San Francisco together last year on a whim, I quickly came to realize that home is not a place. Home is wherever I am with him. Often times we think back to how far we have come in 6 years, and how we never could have imagined being where we are today. To us, love is about the excitement we still get from spending time together. No matter where we are, where we plan to go, what dreams we have – we have each other and that will always be enough.