The Meldrums

I was born and raised in New York City. Growing up in NYC was amazing. My family were converted to the church when i was eight. I went to an all girl catholic high school in Manhattan. I was one of three mormons in the entire school. You would think that would be tough but actually it presented many opportunities for me and my best friend to share the gospel with others. The hardest part of going to a Catholic school was the mandatory mass sessions i had to go to every monday (definitely not my favorite thing) and religion class. I struggled with memorizing all the saints and other complicated stuff i just didn't get. I was in the volley team and drum corp ( i played the snair drums). I was lucky enough to march in a couple of the Thanksgiving parades. I didn't attend dances because the nuns did not like that idea for anyone at the school( i did go to church dances of course) and my best friends at school was a Mormon, a Cuban catholic and an atheist.

Cole was born in Ogden, Utah. Him and his family moved to Layton when he was twelve. He went to Layton HS. He was a nerd i hear. He was a member of all the fancy clubs at school that i could care less to join. No athletic skills he tells me so he had no choice. He went to several dances but has forbidden me from posting any embarrassing pictures of him. He served a mission in NYC and that's how we met.

He served in my area for about three months twice. The first time i don't really recall meeting him. The second time was about six months before going home. My junior year i decided that i needed a change and decided to attend Weber State when i graduated. I had friends who lived out here so i thought that would be fun. Half way through my freshman year i missed home and missed having the SUBWAY and decided to go back home when i was done with my freshman year and then Cole came to the picture. He too was attending Weber and well... i didn't get to move back to the big apple. So here we are six years later (no regrets though).