6 Years Later

March 3rd, 2011 . by Melissa

In case you haven’t heard, we are finally going to France! Below is a brief synopsis I wrote a few years ago of how Jason and I met. Once you read it, you’ll see what I mean by finally.

Jason Newman and Melissa Gerth were fatefully thrown into the same BYU student ward while living at Raintree Apartments in the fall of 2005. It was the beginning of their sophomore school year; the two were barely acquaintances having only met once through their mutual friend/Melissa’s home teacher, Clint Berry.

One cold September day, Melissa and Jason waited at opposite ends of a bus stop outside the Wilkinson Student Center, ready to catch a ride home. From ten feet away, Melissa recognized Jason but could not recall his name; she remembered him to be very shy. She dared not speak to him for her fear of awkward conversation and long silent pauses. Jason, however, had other plans. He was not as shy as Melissa had originally diagnosed him and he bravely marched the ten icy feet to ask her about her day.

They made small talk as they entered the warm bus. He sat across from her; he had a girlfriend at the time. As they took their eight minute journey home the small talk evolved into a conversation on travel.  It was then Melissa shared her first secret with Jason: she checked plane tickets to France every week, always looking for the best deal. It was to her surprise that Jason shared this fun little quirk; in fact, he had even found a plane ticket to Paris for twenty dollars cheaper just the day before. As they exited the bus, they promised that someday they would go to France together. And thus their story begins…

No…we didn’t go to Paris on our honeymoon, though that is what would’ve happened in the movies.

 

And this quote is the reason why I was checking for plane tickets to France in the first place:

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” -Ernest Hemingway

This sculpture (my very most favorite piece of art) was also the cause of my religious Expedia searches:

Camille Claudel - The Waltz

 

And I get to experience it, baguettes and all in just a few short months! Life is good. :)

 

6 Responses to “6 Years Later”

  1. comment number 1 by: Kelly Allen

    Very cool! Such a great story! I’m so glad you finally get to go!

  2. comment number 2 by: Alisha

    so cute!! I am excited for you guys!!

  3. comment number 3 by: Julianne

    I’m glad you two ended up together…and how fun that we all ended up here (for a while anyway). Congrats on going to France. The Rodin museum was one of the coolest places I’ve been.

  4. comment number 4 by: Julianne

    (I mention the Rodin because it reminds me of the sculpture you posted)

  5. comment number 5 by: Jennifer Lane

    This is the cutest story ever! I too, remember the first time I met you. Jason brought you over to my apartment on my birthday because you were the girl that LOVED ice-cream cake :) I’ll take the credit for you two ending up together!

  6. comment number 6 by: Melissa

    Jen – It’s so funny that you mention the first time that we met. I was actually just thinking of how awkward I felt walking over to your apartment, realizing I was about to steal some of the birthday cake of a girl I’d never even met! Talk about a party crasher…but then I met you and you were so easy going that I no longer felt like I was stealing the birthday cake of a stranger but rather enjoying it in the company of a new friend! So glad you’re my sister now, even better!