here, this blog is very much an open journal and we hope that one day we will be able to look back at this blog and smile at all the life we have lived. Thus, documenting our love story (which in truth is more like a novel) seems only natural. With that said, our story is not all butterflies and kisses in the rain, in fact we have gone through some very hard times that some of you may not look so lightly upon. Regardless, it is us and it is right. I firmly believe no love is the same, ours is colorful and as we have changed so it has as well. Out of fear of judgment or opening up just a tad too much on the internet, I have refrained from sharing with you how we blossomed from high school sweet hearts to that blogging married couple in Santa Barbara. Then I realized, if I can post pictures of myself and talk about my outfit for the world to see I can sure as hell talk about how my husband became my husband. If you know me beyond the internet, the first is significantly more ridiculous. I am getting off track. To begin we bring back our guest blogger, as the story begins with him... Each chapter will be titled by a song that we most associate with that time, that love. So here goes nothing, or rather a very big something!
I am a self proclaimed king of nicknames. Anyone who has been around Michaela and I can probably rattle off ten nicknames I have come up with for her over the years. Moo, Beans, Jean, Goose, and countless more, have all evolved from the original - PANTS. It all starts with pants, whether it be “Michaela Pants” or “Little Pants” or simply “Pants”, chapter one of our relationship all starts with pants.
I remember it like it was yesterday, a young sophomore walking the halls of good old Mission Bay High School, then bam! I see it. A beautiful blonde freshman in blue stretchy pants with “Juicy” embroidered on the back. From that day on, I knew I needed to have those pants in my life. As my luck would have it, one of my childhood friends was actually “besties” with the mysterious blonde lady in stretchy pants.
So began my campaign to win the heart of my dream girl. It wasn't easy, but with enough subtle hints from my insider, and a couple wonderfully crafted notes written on binder paper (kids these days have no idea about passing notes back in the day) I was lucky enough to take my lady out on a date! Not only did I happen to find the most beautiful girl at my high school, but the kindest, sweetest, and smartest one as well. In the coming weeks, the dates became more frequent, and the notes became deeper and deeper, until our teenage romance was in full swing...
Though right now she may be my “little beans” she will first and foremost always be my Michaela Pants.