LOVE stories

SO... I received an abundance of awesome love stories. It's not fair (nor can I as I'm the most indecisive person) pick one, the one to win a LOVE BIRDS session with Lindsey Jane.... SO you the people are to decide. Read my top 3 faves, and fill out a form to vote for that particular story (there are forms below each story). I will announce the winner SOON {I have an engagement session I need to post first, love IS in the air!}

Also, a few people who do not know my and Keith's love story, asked for me to tell it. So first I will tell our love story, then you can read through the rest. 

Enjoy this FUN & DIFFERENT (wordy & not so many pretty pics) Blog Post!


young US ;)

Our love story is a good one, I think ;)

I had been living in Whitefish a good 4-5 years, dated casually, but nothing to EARTH MOVING, JAW DROPPING, PITTER PATTER LOVE....

I was a getting a bit frustrated with the "scene" and was contemplating moving to Portland, OR. One Fall day, my friend Melanie and I were sitting in Coffee Traders enjoying time together when this drop dead gorgeous man walked in. Melanie looked at me and knew my situation, and said, "what about him". I could not get his face out of my mind.

I would see him around town for the next couple months, but was never in the right place (or have the nerve) to talk to him. Then came orientation for a new job I was taking at the mountain. THE MAN FROM THE COFFEE SHOP WAS THERE! I was ecstatic. We started working together that winter at Moguls on the mountain. I was a waitress and he was a cook. One day I FINALLY got the nerve to ask him to go snowboarding with me, and he said YES! Little did I know that he still kind of had a girlfriend, so things were a bit complicated.

We hung out as work friends... and one day, he asked me to lunch and a hike. It was such an amazing day. We got along famously, talked and talked. I just KNEW he was the one, right off the bat. People say this isn't always the case... but with me, it was.  My friend Lynwood and I went to Sundance Film Festival in Park City  a few days after our first date. I couldn't stop thinking about him and we talked on the phone throughout our trip. When I returned, he had split with the girl he moved out here with... and we were inseparable. A few years later, we got engaged, another great story for another time...

I will always think back to that moment in the coffee shop... and think... WOW, I'm so glad that day happened. I am one lucky lady and try to remember that every day. I'm so grateful for him and am SO glad I didn't pack up and move away from this wonderful place we've made our home. Keith Gardner, you are a GOOD MAN. I love and adore you. 


Fun Fact: In this photo... I was pregnant with E man! Very early on, so very few people knew. 

Maggie’s Story

It's a love story that never ends but I will share with you how it all began.

It was in Nov.1995 and I had decided that the University life was less exciting than the "real world" so my plan was to leave MSU and travel back to VT to live life, however that played out, at semesters end. I had a few ideas but no real plan, as long as traveling was involved. Why was it that as I was leaving my love was coming?

I had a friend who lived in a cabin just below Bridger Bowl and above her mantle was a photograph of a handsome, tall man, his arms wrapped around two pretty girls. I fell in love with the look on his face, one of protection and somberness, it was her brother. Little did I know she called him and told him to move to MT - she had met the love of his life.

He did come, he moved from CO and I fell secretly in love with a stranger. We intermingled with our group of friends. He was the kind of guy that poured your beer from the pitcher to your empty pint, opened doors and smiled quietly from across the room; he worked, he snowboarded, he listened to good music and he was surprisingly modest.

The time came for me to drive back to VT in frigid weather and a blistering snowstorm. It was January 1996 and everyone said I was "brave" for driving solo cross country in a renault alliance- yup a fancy french tin can. Having breakfast at our favorite bar joint, this man I was crushing on, Cory, says, "I'll drive with you, if you wait until after the super bowl." Little do I know I was setting myself up for a lifetime of football "deals".

I agreed, my stomach flipped, the storm passed, the Steelers lost and we were on our way, my 1 year MT adventure packed in my car, along with water in mason jars and sandwiches with red onions. (He hates onions)

We make it to Buffalo, WY before oil is spewing from the engine. My attitude, "aw it'll work itself out..." The temperature is ridiculous. We spend the night in Sheridan. We buy a bunch of oil and make the trek across SD. The heater stops working, no problem, I've got blankets. The efficiency of the accelerator goes from 50 mph to 30mph the temperatures dip into the negative. I am clueless, begging a penny for his thoughts. 

Somewhere west of Winona, MN my high school ride, the "mirth" mobile blows, something loud and furious. It limps into Winona. 

We are frozen in, the temperature dips below -60 (so they say) with the wind chill. We drink red wine and fall madly in love. The tow trucks are busy, the town is trying to stay warm. February 2, Cory plays my song  on the juke box, Jim Croce's "I'll have to say I love you in a song" and vows to spend the rest of his days with me, I swoon. There's a man sitting next to us, he takes a good look at us and prophesies that we will have 5 kids, we are enamored with the idea that there may be a future "we, us, family". 

What we know about each other is minimal. He knows I pray because I make him tape a picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe to the hotel phone, ensuring a tow truck or mechanic will save us. I know he's kind. He knows I can almost drink him under the table, I know he's a pool shark. He knows I sing, I know he loves his family. He knows I love to swim, I know he can dive. We fall in love with each other's souls, our true expression of what we have to show, frozen in, in the middle of somewhere, dreamin' about the days to come, days we say we will live together. Why not? 

The future of the car? - a junk yard. We part ways, I to the east. he to MT. 

Between letters and costly long distance calls we fall deeper and madder. We make another cross country trip in reverse via New Orleans and Tucson, this time in a Volvo- this time we land back in MT unbeknownst with baby on her way, the first of 8. It's been a trip, it's our love ride and we're taking it to the end of the road. 

May St Valentine bless your marriage, your love and guide it to everlasting!


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Adrienne’s Story

I had an adventurous, ambitious and carefree heart at 18 years young; with eyes open, feeling the ocean waves of opportunity. 

"Howdy, Mame, nice dog," he said. He had been watching Kona, the lab, as she chased the ocean waves as they came in and out. She invited him home for dinner, along with 6 of his military friends. "You can stay the night, but you can't touch my daughter," my mother had warned. 

9 months later, it's past midnight as I sit hand stitching a ridiculous roping snowman Christmas stocking. The waves are crashing thunder and spraying mist in through the lanai. Jesse asks me to come outside with him and it's as if the sea will snatch us up it's so close to us. I feel his heartbeat so incredibly strong through my chest, it's more powerful than the the crashing thunder resonating through us as he holds me so tight. 

"I love you", he says.

And then like in a fairy tale, my Prince and I sat by the sea and promised to spend all our days together, forever. 

I'll never forget that night. Christmas Eve, 2004. 


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Kira’s story

When I was a young girl, I called my Grandma Heebink my best friend.  When she was 97, she was still just as dear to me, if not more so.

One day when I went to see Grandma Heebink in the nursing home, I found her non-responsive.  She seemed to be asleep, but I was unable to wake her.  Nurses were called in and the chaplain came in and sat with Grandma and me, thinking that she would soon pass.  I was sitting on the edge of Grandma’s bed and, as you may guess, I was crying a bit.  As I was talking with the chaplain and sniffling, I suddenly felt Grandma’a hand on my arm.  Her weak voice said, “Kira, do you have a cold?”  

I had to chuckle a bit over that.  Since Grandma could hardly see anymore, she couldn’t see my obviously tear-streaked face.  I told her, “No, no cold.  I’m crying.  I couldn’t get you to wake up and I guess I’m just not ready to lose you yet.”  

She said, and I will never forget this, “Kira, I’m never going to leave you.  I will always be with you.”  I believed her.  I still believe her.  She is with me, all the time.  

Now that I’m a parent, I understand what she meant when she said, “I love you a thousand times over. I love you more than you can possibly know.”  

Well, back at ya, Grandma.  I love you too.

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