scot with one t.

Posted on | April 16, 2010 | 65 Comments

that’s my hubs.

full of the awesome, yes?

and you know what? i’ve never really told you guys much about him. FOR SHAME. he is amazing, handsome (omg, handsome) and a kick ace proud papa. he is also the funniest guy i know, with my best friend alex coming in a close second (if you know alex, you get this, he looks like mexican jesus and is plain amazing).

scot and i met at the taste of tacoma, an event where you go and eat. and eat. and then eat some more. i’m sure your city has one. anywho, i thought he was super rude and he thought i was kind of loud and obnoxious (weird…). but we had some mutual friends, so we ended up seeing eachother every weekend. i was actually living about 60 miles north at the time, so i’d drive down to hang out with my friends every weekend. that particular summer (oh five) was awesome. you know when you can’t put an entire summer into words, but it was so amazing and fun and cool and perfect? yes, that. with a michael jackson, queen, stevie wonder and ray charles soundtrack. THAT was the summer of oh five.

one evening i laughed so hard i fell off the couch. and landed next to him. and our arms touched. and though i’d never looked at him that way, i all of a sudden did. and he did, too. MAGICAL I TELL YOU.

we spent the next few months eating sushi, driving over 70 miles to go on dates with each other, texting, myspace messaging (ew! myspace!) until one evening after dinner he asked me if i’d move in with him. his parents had bought a townhouse to rent out, he was moving in and wanted me to join him.

OHKAY.

you know when things are right? and you don’t even question something before you yell your answer? that happened. and it was set. the next two months held our first christmas (and looks of excitement from family as i opened my gift from him…a cell phone. HAHA, sorry guys) and discussions of marriage. i told him i didn’t need a ring, a gum wrapper one would suffice, i just needed and wanted him (have you barfed yet?).

after barely 5 months of dating, i returned home from a girls trip to california. it was an exciting day because i would see our new place for the first time and he had moved all my things in while i was gone. he picked me up from the airport and took me to my moms to get stella. i wanted arbys. we went to arbys. i told him about my trip. HOURS later we finally made it to our home. our home together. i was so excited to see it.

he walked me around each room, showing me the place we now lived. the kitchen, the living room, oh look this is the pantry, guest room, office, master bath, and lastly, the master bedroom.

[note: please get your swooning pants on and "AWWW" bucket ready]

as he opened the door i saw stuff. no bed, but a swirl of stuff. on the walls. my very first instinct was that he had done something sweet to welcome me home. but as he opened the door further i saw poster sized photos of us hung around the room. rose petals everywhere. streamers, candles, WOAH. a little table held champagne, 2 glasses, and…a tiny box.

holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap

he knelt down, said inexplicably sweet things while i cried and shook and asked me to marry him. he opened the blue box and through my blurry eyes there it was.

a ring made out of a gum wrapper.

after i yelled “yes!” many times and we hugged and kissed and i understandably FREAKED MY FREAK, he finally said “that isn’t really your ring. you think i’d really not get you a ring? it’s over there” and pointed to a dozen red roses where my engagement ring was tucked into the petals.

and the following august we did this:

through many years and many ups and downs, this guy has never lost that romantic side. he does the most amazing things out of nowhere sometimes that blow me away. he has a huge heart and is the funniest person i’ve ever had the pleasure of laughing with. he is quirky (loves DEVO, golfing, payton manning and belting out the occasional justin timberlake song) is an amazing musician (he is an admired drummer, as in, i’ve seen people drool and drop their jaw as he plays) and now my most favorite, a kick ass dad.

he deserves a round of applause for putting up with me (can you imagine?) and for working so hard for our family. i fall asleep during movies he wants to watch and i forget to make his coffee, yet he still loves me when i say things like “monkeys lay eggs right?” (another post for another day i suppose). he thinks i am the funniest person alive and for that he deserves some sort of award.

this post brought to you by him, who today, after working 12 – 16 hour days every day this week, brought ME flowers home and cooked ME dinner.

he really is that awesome.

post summary: scot is rad and monkeys do not lay eggs.

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