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Our love story is a funny one.

It's so confusing at times, that you almost wouldn't believe it unless you lived it.

It all started out with Cedar High. He had just ended his time there, and I was just starting mine. With the economic downturn, my parents decided to uproot our family to the good ol' town of Cedar City, Utah. I was sixteen at the time and about to start my junior year at Snow Canyon High School. I was a little bummed because I loved St. George, but was excited to start fresh and go to the high school both of my parents graduated from.

Logan is two years older than I am, so we barely missed being able to get to know each other in high school. He lived in Cedar for about a month after I moved there, and then left on his two year LDS mission to Kiev, Ukraine. Meanwhile, I was back in a new town, in a new school, trying to make  it through the next two years with a smile on my face. (No that is not a spray tan. It was real)

I had heard about this Logan guy. Apparently he was pretty good at football, but I never really thought much of him. He dated one of my best friends older sister, and I thought that would just be weird.

It's funny, because we had always dreamed of going to BYU. Every since we were both little. I (miraculously) got into the school of our dreams and started taking courses immediately after high school. Logan finished his mission and returned to Cedar City six months later.

We had missed each other again.

In February of 2011 I paid a surprise visit to my mom and brought along my cute new roommate Rachel to see where I had lived the past two years. Normally I wouldn't go out and do much while I was visiting home, but my friend Mara (the girl with the older sister mentioned above) invited Rachel and I to go bowling with her and some of our close friends. She mentioned there would be some cute guys there . . . so we happily tagged along.

Here is a photo from the day I met my husband. . .

Look how attractive I was. Maybe that's the reason we didn't end up dating from that day forward! Sure I thought he was handsome. Yeah he thought I was cute. But we both had a little growing up to do. . . So friends we were. (Seriously though, I remember what he wore, and thinking how hot he looked, how good at bowling he was, and especially how cute his bum was) I knew he was way out of my league though, so I didn't even try.

He messaged me for my number on Facebook after he moved to Provo to start school at BYU in April 2011. I had just moved home for the summer.

We missed each other again.

We did stay in contact though. Friendly conversations. Non-committal flirting. I really did think he was cute, but trust me I never would have guessed I would be marrying this guy.

When I moved back to Provo a few weeks before my sophomore year, we started talking. For a while there I wanted him to set me up with some of his teammates on the football team, and he was interested in a few of my friends. It was fine. We both liked how this was working out. Besides we both weren't really each other's type. . . Hah!

Until the first day of school on an impulsive whim, I invited him over to my apartment. I still to this day do not know what possessed me to do that. . . It was very out of character. We hung out again the next friday. This time we went shopping and then he took my roommates and I up the canyon to a bonfire. I think this is where I started falling. Actually, I know it is because I wrote about it in my journal. I just had this sudden change of heart and knew that I wanted to date this guy. Bad.

The next month and a half was an emotional roller-coaster. I know I'm crazy, but after about our third day I knew I was going to marry this guy. This crazy feeling came over me while I was sitting in my room one day frustrated that he hadn't called or sent me a text for three days. (Three whole days!) It was overwhelming and new. I had goosebumps from head to toe. Alexis Mikalyn Obering. Wow, I felt like a total idiot! But I knew what I felt, and so I persevered.

Logan's impression wasn't so fast. It took a lot of patience and tears for me to stick around while he was deciding rather he wanted to settle down, or date around. Bless his heart, he was a newly returned missionary after all.

One day when I was sharing my worries with my roommate. Rachel she said, "Alex is it worth it? Could you see yourself marrying him?" I hesitantly replied "yes." This was the first time I had said this out loud. As my personal therapist, she suggested that I put my whole heart into the relationship and tell him how I felt.

I told him that I really liked him a lot and that I wanted to date him and only him. I gave him and ultimatum. Mean, I know. I said that I would give him a week to decide rather he wanted to date me and only me, or we were done talking and I we couldn't even be friends. I couldn't take the heart break anymore.

I think I freaked him out a little. But he took me seriously, and I knew in my heart what I wanted.

A week later he shared with me that he didn't want a steady girlfriend after his mission until he knew she was "the one." He went to the temple to gather his thoughts and pray to receive revelation. I know right then that I had picked a gem. We started dating that night. He (finally) kissed me, and we haven't stopped kissing since.

I had SO MUCH FUN doing nothing with him. He gave me a lot of confidence in myself, that I had lacked. I truly don't think I had lived up to my potential until I met him. He treated me so well, and he made me laugh. I was head over heals for this blonde kid that came out of nowhere.

I remember it like it was yesterday. We had just come home from Thanksgiving break. I knew he liked my family. They liked him too. We were going to study at the library like we always did, but we got to talking about a very serious matter. We sat in the JKB (Jesse Knight Building) parking lot for at least an hour. I could tell he was nervous and I wasn't sure why. He never gets nervous. Then I got nervous and my palms got so sweaty. We both laughed about it to ease the tension. It took him a while to say it, but he proceeded to then tell me what had been on his mind. "Alex, I think I want to marry you. After this weekend past weekend, I am sure of it." FINALLY!!!! I had been waiting for that for so long. He said that he called his mom earlier that day and had talked to her about it. Nothing had ever seemed more right. We proceeded to ditch the library and drive around Provo talking about our future together. I can honestly say that was one of the best days of my life.

We were engaged on a wintery night in February 2012. Just one year after we had met in a bowling alley.

We were sealed for time and all eternity on June 9th, 2012 in the St. George temple. I will never forget the powerful feeling of confirmation that my body was overcome with during our sealing. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.