My Thomas & Me

A Real Life Fairytale.
Seriously.

Ya know those Disney movies we always watch? About the damsel in distress and her knight in shining armor? Yeah, those are real. Story of my life. Seriously.

I met Thomas when I was a junior in high school - just seventeen years old. I never ever would have imagined I would find the love of my life at only 17. But the day my prince charming walked into my world is the day my life changed forever.

To make a very long story short, I had broken up with a boyfriend about a week before Prom tickets went on sale. I woulda had no problem going without a date, except that the very day we broke up, that sleezeball already had a new date for Prom within about three hours. Seriously? Seriously. So, this was not okay. I was in desperate need of a date. Well, I had met Tom about a week before this all went down. It was custom with my peeps to hang around the locker banks after school and chill. Tom was friends with my buds Jon and Brian, so Tom had started hanging out at the lockers with us. Thomas was a sophomore, so he had no date for Prom. I barely knew the guy, but he was funny (and British!) and cute, so I asked him (by baking him cupcakes with candies on them that spelled P-R-O-M-?) and he said yes.

Our first prom together - don't ya just love
that wafro?? :P

We quickly became best friends and started hanging out on a very nearly daily basis. Most of the time it was group get togethers, but we would hang out one-on-one every now and then too. Well, eventually, on April 14, 2006, Thomas "officially" asked me to be his girlfriend. It was pretty much the perfect night. I won't go into details, because there's a lot, but just know it was a great night full of surprises.

Our second prom together - his
hair is much better! :P

So we were now officially Thomas and Katie. From the very beginning, people were talking about us. I remember my Uncle telling me after Thomas and I had only been dating a month, that my mother had been talking to him about how she thinks Thomas is "the one." That was a weird moment, let me tell you! But it fit. Thomas and I fell in love very hard, very fast. After only two weeks of being "official" we told each other we loved each other. At about six months, we started talking about the future. At about eight, I knew Thomas was brought into my life to be my one and only.

Everything with Thomas was perfect. Never did I ever have to hide anything from him. Talking to him and opening up to him was always so incredibly easy. When I had my dorky ditzy moments, he thought they were cute instead of embarrassing. He didn't judge my past, he accepted it. I never had to be anything I wasn't. He had no expectations from me. I could finally just be myself.

Together, we love to be just total dorks. We screw around, play, wrrestle, and just do what we do best: be crazy. Ya know how I'm obnoxious, immature, silly, and playful? Yeah, he is too. He's like my missing puzzle piece. I found someone who not only puts up with all that from me, but is the same way. He's perfect for me.

Every day with Thomas is the best day of my life. He spoils me rotten. He tells me 800 times a day how beautiful and gorgeous I am. He tells me a thousand times a day how much he loves me. He tells me every day how amazing he thinks I am. He is always doing anything he can to make me happy - and because he loves me sooo much, I find myself doing anything I can to make him happy. That man would give me the world if he could. He makes me laugh sooo much. He's so funny, caring, compassionate, romantic, playful, and silly. He truly is absolutely everything I could ever want or need.

Because Thomas and I became so in love, I started looking into Mormonism. I didn't want to convert - I loved being Catholic - but I figured, if I was going to spend the rest of my life with this amazing man, I should know more about his religion to understand him more. Well, the more I read and researched the religion, the more I fell in love with it. So I was baptized into the Mormon church on Saturday September 27, 2008. Thomas and I had been for two and a half years at this point.

The next few months kept continuing to be bliss. Sure, we had ups and downs, but life was just amazing with Thomas. Then, one day, my heart broke - Thomas told me he wanted to serve a mission for church...if you don't already know, a mission for the LDS church is two solid years. I mean, yes, wonderful, amazing decision. It just shows how strong he is in his faith and how much he loves the Lord. But I was crushed. Two years? TWO years?? Might I add, that in this two year period our only communication is an email once a week and snail mail about once a month...oh, and he gets to call his home on Christmas and Mother's Day, so if I'm lucky, I can sneak a few minutes of phone talk in there with his family.

Let's face it, I was selfish. I did not want him to go. I cried and cried and cried at the thought of him leaving for two solid years. But, when all was said and done, I told him I supported him 100% and I'd be here waiting for him to return home to me.


The mission was insanely hard. The heartache is indescribable. Your very best friend is gone for two years. I don't know what was worse, those moments that were so hard and he wasn't here for me to lean on, or the times when life was so joyous, and he wasn't here to be happy with me. Through having to experience life without him, I learned he was the only person I ever wanted to spend all of forever with. I hated not having him here. It was hard. There were days I literally did not get out of bed. I skipped class and stayed in bed crying, reading old letters, watching chick flicks, and stuffing my face with junk food. It was hard. Even at 20 months out in the mission, I still had moments where something big and exciting happened, and I speed-dialed him only to hear that dang lady's voice reminding me that the number I called was no longer accepting phone calls...and then to break down.

But don't get me wrong, it was filled with blessings too! Through being apart for two years, we grew so incredibly close. We each got to grow as individuals, and yet continued to grow as a couple. Our faith was increased tremendously. It was an incredible experience for the both of us.


But at the same time, I am so grateful it's over. ;)


On June 8, 2011, my Thomas came home to me. 

I won't go into details on this page, just look for the post "He's Home."
It was pure bliss, that moment. And yet, it was a complete blur. So surreal. I will never forget the feel of my face buried in his neck again, or the warmth of his breath as he whispered in my ear. It's a little weird - that day, not a tear was shed. I was simply overcome with so much joy. Yet now, looking back and recalling that moment of reuniting, I am tearing up. It was amazing. I love him so dearly.


Thomas has been the most supportive, understanding person in my life. He is my rock. I couldn't imagine ever finding anyone else who is as perfect for me as Thomas. I honestly believe we were made for each other. He is my best friend - someone to laugh with, cry to, play with, and just be myself around. He has the biggest, most generous heart, and he is incredibly romantic. I am never in doubt of how much Thomas loves me. And the best part? He loves me just the way I am. He loves me.

On June 22, exactly two weeks after Thomas had been home, he got on one knee & proposed to me.
Of course, I said "yes."
Well, actually, I said, "Of course!"
We set the date for December 17, 2011.

 

The big day finally arrived!

We sealed our marriage with our first kiss as husband & wife, then celebrated the night away surrounded by family & friends.

The night was a blur, it flew by far too fast, but it was a night I will never forget.

Everything went perfectly.

It was hands down the happiest moment of my life.

As I laid in his arms that first night as his wife, falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, his heart beating, I lay thinking about us.

 

It hit me: this is it.

This moment is what I've dreamed of.

Knowing that forever & always I am his & he is mine.

Thousands of nights falling asleep in his arms.

Thousands of mornings waking up next to him.

We finally made it.

I lay thinking about everything Thomas & I had been through.

 

There were so many mountains to climb to get here.

And of course, there'll be more mountains in our future,

but we will always climb those mountains together.

We will {always} have each other.

 

I am so excited for my future with Thomas, our future together.

I cannot fathom anyone on this planet being as perfect for me as Thomas is.

I truly believed God made him specifically for me.

I believe Thomas to be my greatest blessing in life.

I daydream constantly about our future.

Our family.

Our life.

This is just the very beginning...