S: Janine & Stephen's Wedding: August 14, 2010
FC: Our Journey Begins!
1: together with our families Janine Celeste Shreve and Stephen Alexander Smith invite you to share in our wedding ceremony and celebration Saturday the fourteenth of August two thousand and ten five O'clock in the afternoon at Memory Grove Park Memorial House
2: Our story according to Stephen... In December of 2008, I was ordered to go to Maxwell Air Force Base in Montgomery Alabama for Officers Training School. I arrived there apprehensive, I had received varying reports that the school was tough, easy, the worst thing ever, and a really great time. The first day brought various cadre members, and much yelling at the students. We were woken up Full Metal Jacket style with the banging of trash cans and standing at attention outside our doors. Just down the hall from me was the prettiest brunette I had ever seen. I had to learn her name. During the next two weeks, while being turned into a snake eating killer and attending lots of power point lectures, I made every effort to sit next to Janine and impress her with my ability to stay awake during lecture, draw funny pictures on my notes, and make HILARIOUS comments during breaks. She was obviously drawn to my ability to shake like a washer on spin cycle when exposed to heights, and my affinity for MREs. I was even allowed to take part in her daily ritual of singing and dancing to celebrate another day closer to graduation. One day, as graduation grew near, we were chosen to play the role of an inappropriate work relationship while being counseled by another officer. I could tell she liked me because of the space she insisted we have between us, and her resistance to my kissy face. I had big plans to take her out to dinner after graduation and impress her with my ability to use silverware, but these were thwarted by her insistence on making her flight home. After we parted ways, Janine returned to Salt Lake City, and her care free life of yoga, being awesome, and finishing her masters degree. I on the other hand was thrust into the cesspool of humanity known as San Antonio, in the country of Texas. I attended Flight Nurse school, and traded occasional texts with Janine, enthralling her with stories of more power point lectures, and my ability to run a whole mile without stopping. Thinking life could not be any worse than San Antonio, I was of course sent to the survival school in Spokane Washington. Time passed, and I returned to Virginia, still occasionally trading messages with Janine, and becoming friends on Facebook. As my birthday drew near, I wanted to do something unusual. I suggested I come visit her in Utah and see all her great state had to offer. The state symbol is a small pile of dirt with a hole in the top, representing a bee hive, or something. This was intriguing! Her reply to my suggestion was really? Umm, ok. Obviously overcome with emotion about our fateful reunion. I flew to Salt Lake City and she picked me up dripping in sweat from anticipation, and the half marathon she had run that morning. We spent the next few days getting to know each other, hiking, watching a drive in movie, and talking about life. Finally, all my hard work had paid off, and we decided to date. All too soon, I was forced to return to Virginia. We spent the next several months flying back and forth between each others houses, and the Air Force even saw fit to send us both to Texas at the same time. Janine had invited me to accompany her to Cusco, Peru for a medical conference that we could both lecture at. In March, we flew to the beautiful ash tray of Cusco. On arrival we caught our breath, dropped our bags, and walked up the street to a beautiful grassy area known as Qoricancha. This just happens to be the most holy site in the Inca empire, and the place we were engaged to be married. This is a brief and completely factual account of how we met. Please do not confirm any of Janines responses with her. Come to our wedding and help contribute to the next chapter!
3: Our story according to Janine... The abrupt yelling reminded me that I am no longer a free citizen until the closing ceremony at officer training school. The early mornings, late nights and awesome training attire is in no way becoming. The days were long and the eyes heavy but there was a young man that always seemed to be next to me in every lecture. In order to make the time more pleasant I would celebrate the close of a successful day, every night with a ceremonial circle dance. At first it was just my roommate and I and towards the end we had recruited more of to our flight. So every night in our reflective belts and camelbacks we danced each and every day away. Months went by and we chatted here and there over email or text and then out of nowhere on the Wednesday before his birthday weekend there he was. As fate would have it facebook brought us together and he ended up spending his birthday in Salt Lake City. As much as I wanted to be charming, the morning I picked him up at the airport and was unsuccessful due to the race I had just completed. In the very brief 48 hour period we spent together I managed to confess my crush that I had developed at officer training. The moment that I knew he was the one we were sitting on a bridge after a beautiful hike up Millcreek canyon talking as if we had known each other for decades. Watching the water beneath our feet I couldnt help but look into our future and see a very clear reflection. The time past extremely fast and the phone call after dropping him off at the airport was sad and exciting, I boldly declared my love, not knowing what would happen. As the months past we made it a point to see each other at least once a month. We religiously talked everyday but the distance that separates us gets more difficult with time. Thinking to myself the best way to get to know someone is to travel to a third world country; I invited him to go on my annual Peru trip and lecture not thinking that he would actually come. He said yes which made my heart sing. He was acting strange all morning as Elizabeth (his Mother) dropped us off we made our way through all the airport customs and various steps of traveling. When we finally made it to our destination we were eager to explore Cusco. Once we reached the heart of the city known as the Qorickancha; Santo Domingo near the Plazoleta Santo Domingo. Standing in the sacred garden I turned around and there he was, on one knee and all I can remember was him saying was the happiest man ever with his nervous smile and his arms reaching up with a bright shiny ring. I uncontrollably flung my arms and myself toward him. We all know what my answer was!! Thankfully he did it early in the trip because we spent the latter half really getting to know each other and the trials of third world traveling.
5: The more they laughed the more they loved, the more they knew this was true love....
11: Love is patient.. Love is kind..
14: Best day ever!
16: The Pursuit of Happiness.... | Freedom
17: Two became one...
23: And they lived....