This is the
story of how I met my husband, Gerson and goes up to our engagement. Now this blog is supposed to be
dedicated to creating happy and positive messages, so why am I telling my love
story on this blog? I mean, this
sounds like it’s going to be more of a journal entry. Well, I think it’s important for people to remember how they
met and developed relationships with their friends and family members. It reminds us of who we are and who
they are, and helps us love and appreciate them all over again. (Plus writing
down this entire story would have given me a hand cramp, so I’m typing it. ;p) Some of this story will be from
Gerson’s perspective because I am going to tell the story in order of what
happened, not in order of when I found out what happened.
In April of 2009
I applied for and got hired at JC Penney (JCP) in the Provo Towne Centre. I was put in the Fragrances department
(before Sephora came to the Provo JCP), which was downstairs, and the break
room was upstairs next to the Young Men’s department. So anyone who clocked in, went on break, or clocked out had
to walk through the Young Men’s department. In May Gerson started noticing me walking through the Young
Men’s department (where he worked) and either heading into the break room or
heading downstairs.
In June Gerson
started saying “Hi” to me when I would walk by and I would smile and say “Hi”
back. JCP had a morning meeting
before opening each day. One day
after a morning meeting that both of us were at because we had the opening
shift Gerson said, “Hey, come here” as I was walking by. I stopped walking, he looked at my name
tag and said, “How do you say your name?”
I giggled and said, “Chelsey.”
Then I looked at his name tag and said, “How do you say YOUR name?” He said, “Guess.” I thought for a short while. I knew that he was Hispanic, and I had
taken a Spanish class in High School, but I could not think of how his name
could possible be pronounced.
Finally I said, “Gare-sun?”
He smiled and said, “Close, it rhymes with person.” “Oh! Gerson!” I would
later learn that “Grr-sun” is how he tells white people to say his name, it is
really pronounced “Hare-sone” and make sure you roll your R’s! J
Now at this
point I though Gerson was cute and enjoyed talking to him, but that’s as far as
I was willing to go. The reason
why was because (get ready for it) I judged him. I judged his outer appearance and thought that he was not
LDS. I’m definitely not proud of
this moment, but I was 18 and immature at the time. One day Gerson overheard me telling another employee that I
was starting BYU in the fall, and he asked me (in a surprised tone), “YOU go to
BYU?” I retorted, “Yeah, do you
have a problem with that?” He laughed
and said, “No! I go there
too!” When we were done talking I
went downstairs to my department and asked a coworker if Gerson was LDS, he
told me that Gerson was LDS and had already served a mission. I remember thinking, “He’s a RM?! Oh no, he’s OLD!”
In July my
family went on vacation and when Gerson did not see me at work for a week he
thought I had quit and was sad.
But then I came back and he was happy again! One day when he wanted an excuse to talk to me he came down
to the Fragrances and asked for my help picking out some cologne for him. I would also volunteer to take broken
merchandise upstairs because it allowed me to walk by the department Gerson was
working in. Sometimes Gerson would
go on break when he would see me walk into the break room. During one such time we were talking
about the up coming semester at BYU and Gerson figured out that I was about to
enter my freshman year, so he asked me how old I was. I told him I was 18 and looked at the ground, when I peeked
at him he was looking at the ground too.
When we were done being shy I asked him how long he had been home from
his mission, he said two years.
“So you’re like 23ish?” I
asked. “More like 24,” he said. He was six years older than me. I decided I didn’t care about his age,
but I was worried he cared how young I was. It turns out he didn’t care that I was so young, but he was
worried that I would care how old he was!
In August I was
heading to Las Vegas for a weekend for a ballroom dance competition that I was
competing in. He used this as an
excuse to ask for my phone number.
He said, “Hey, give me your number so I can ask you how you are doing at
your competition?” I thought it
was cute and of course gave him my number. He went on break right after that and it turns out that I
had forgotten to turn the volume down on my phone. So he sent me a text and heard my phone go off. So he sent me about nine more texts
because he wanted to hear my phone go off! We spent the weekend I was in Vegas texting each other.
During this time
my friend Tiave new that I was crushing on Gerson. He decided to come to JCP while both Gerson and I were
working and spy on Gerson! (Tiave
claims that he was “observing” Gerson not “spying.”) When I got off work Tiave helped prep me to ask Gerson out
after work. (Tiave was literally
my own personal Hitch) Tiave
wanted me to take Gerson’s phone, go to my phone number, show it to him and
say, “Here are 10 numbers that will lead you to the best weekend of your
life.” Well I am not even close to
being that smooth, so instead this is how the conversation went:
Me: “What are
you doing tonight?”
Gerson: “I don’t
know… probably nothing.”
Me: “Playing
video games?”
Gerson: “Maybe…
is there something wrong with that?”
Me: “No, but if
you want to take a break from video games, do you want to have ice cream with
me and my friend tonight?”
Gerson:
“Yeah. But I don’t have a car.”
Me: “That’s ok,
I do. I’ll pick you up.”
So I had my
friend Lindsey come with me because I am very traditional and I didn’t want our
first official date to be me asking him out. It technically wasn’t a date if my friend came! Gerson really wanted to ask me out, but
he was embarrassed because he didn’t have a car and would have to ask me to
drive. The next week school
started, and the first day Gerson found me in the bookstore just to say
hi! He also asked me out to lunch
later in the week. When we were
walking back to campus after lunch we went into the same building and Gerson
asked me where I was going, “To class,” I responded. Turns out our classes were right next door to each other and
at the same time!
Every Tuesday at
11:00am BYU has a Devotional, there are no classes scheduled at that time. I asked Gerson if he wanted to come
with me to the next one, and he said yes.
On the day of I got a text from him saying that he had too much homework
and couldn’t go. I was really
upset. I do not like it at all
when people cancel on me. While
Gerson was in the lab doing HW, he asked another student who was there what he
should do. That guy told Gerson to
forget his homework and go after me before he lost me. Gerson promptly followed his advice and
called me. He held my hand when we
were walking back to class from the Devotional! From then on we started spending a lot of time together.
One day in
September Gerson’s bike had a flat tire, so I drove him home from school. While we were hugging in the parking
lot I told him that I had told my grandpa that Gerson had recently kissed me on
the cheek to which my grandpa said, “I don’t know if I like that.” Gerson said, “Well now you can tell him
that I have kissed you on the lips.”
AND THEN HE KISSED ME!!!!
After he kissed me he hugged me again and then zoomed away without looking
at me. He said later that he did
that because he was scared to see my reaction if it was bad. He later texted me and apologized if he
freaked me out. I told him that he
hadn’t and that I was beaming. A week
later he asked me to be his girlfriend. J
After that we
became inseparable. We had the
same break every day at 11:00, so we had lunch together everyday. I made sandwiches, and packed chips,
fruit and juice bottles for each of us.
Gerson also came over every Sunday after Church where he had dinner with
my family and we worked on HW together.
In October I got
the Swine Flu and missed 3 or 4 days of school. Every single one of those days Gerson rode his bike after
class to my parents’ house to visit me, and he would stay until he either had
to go to work or home. That
weekend my mom and brother were out of town and my dad was DJing dances on both
Friday and Saturday night; so Gerson kept me company! (He didn’t stay the night though; we followed the Honor
Code.) We watched a movie and at
the end of it I could tell that Gerson had some intense thoughts going on
inside his head, I asked him what he was thinking and he said, “I’m just…
really falling for you.” Two days
later he told me that he had fallen in love with me! I told him that I loved him and that I was heading in the
direction of falling in love with him.
We eventually started
talking about getting married, but I wanted to date another year before he
proposed. He was a little sad
about that, but he was willing to wait until I was ready because he knew that
he wanted to be with me. In
December Gerson went home for Christmas for nine days. Those nine days were absolutely AWEFUL
for me. I just moped around, and
even got sick. Gerson came back to
Utah for New Years Eve and I told him that I realized I never wanted to be
without him again and that I was ready to marry him. I know that it is common to pray about your spouse before
you marry them. I didn’t feel like
I needed to pray about Gerson, I knew that he was right for me. But I did need to pray about WHEN to
marry Gerson. So the first Fast
Sunday of 2010 I fasted and prayed to Heavenly Father to help me know when I
should marry Gerson, if now was a good time or if I needed to wait. All throughout Church that day the
thought kept coming to my mind that I needed to talk to my mom. So when I went home that day I asked my
mom (while crying) if she would support Gerson and I if we got married that
year. She hugged me and said yes
of course. Later that day, when
Gerson was over, my dad called us into the office and said very seriously, “Mom
told me that you two want to get married.” Gerson and I just looked at each other and didn’t say
anything, we were not sure what my dad could possibly be thinking. He smiled and said, “That’s ok! I just want to tell you two that
Jewelers are going to try to get you to buy right away, do your research before
buying.” My good old dad, always
thinking about finances. J Nevertheless, we breathed a sigh of
relief and went ring shopping a few days later. I picked out my favorite at each place and told Gerson to
surprise me (he ended up buying my favorite out of the favorites)!
So next came the
scariest part for Gerson: the traditional asking my dad for my hand in
marriage. About a week before
Gerson proposed to me, the
opportunity came that my dad and Gerson were in the same room, alone. This is how the conversation went:
Gerson: “So I
don’t know if Debbie told you, but I bought the ring.”
My Dad: “Yeah
she told me.”
Gerson: “So I
guess I’m supposed to ask your permission…”
My Dad: “Yeah
Debbie and I were talking about that, and we decided that we really like
you. I have always told Chelsey
that I will never tell her who to marry, but I will always tell her who to NOT
marry. And I haven’t told her to not
marry you.”
And with that
they went back to watching sports.
On Sunday
February 7, 2010 I picked Gerson up for our weekly Sunday dinner with my
family. I was crying because it
had been a rough day and I was finally letting it all out. So Gerson got in the drivers seat and
drove me to the lake near my house.
He parked near the spot where he had asked me to be his girlfriend. The Lake was completely frozen
everywhere, so it was a beautiful white winter wonderland. Gerson had us get out of the car and
started hugging me – with only one arm, the other arm was in his jacket
pocket. He started asking a bunch
of questions – to which I responded “yeah” or “yes” or “you have said that
before” to – they were: You know I love you, right? You know that you are the most beautiful girl in the world
to me? You know that you are
amazing? You know that I want to
spend forever with you? Then he
got down on one knee, and I started crying. He asked, “Will you marry me?” Through my tears I said, “Yes!” Then we hugged and kissed, and hugged and kissed some more.
The reason why I
shared this long story is because I think it is important to remember these
moments in our lives. As I typed
this up I found myself giggling, blushing and falling in love with Gerson all
over again. In fact, while I was
typing about our first kiss I starting laughing out loud, and that made Gerson
ask what I was laughing at. When I
told him, he starting laughing too.
And so I
invite you to write about some one special in your life: it can be a spouse,
significant other, your best friend or a close family member. How did you meet them? What brought you close together? As you recall those memories you will
find yourself smiling and laughing and rejuvenating your love and appreciation
for them. And, if you feel comfortable,
share it with the person you wrote about.
