The Second Engagement *spoiler* The clearance letter came !

June 2nd I was on the phone with my Mom. I was so humbled by the support and love we felt in response to my last post. There were even a couple of people that had either been through the same thing or people who were heading into the same situation reach out to us. So many good conversations. Feeling hopeful I was trying to make a plan for what we were going to do if the letter didn’t come for awhile, or if it came and said we needed to wait a few more months. Everything is planned around that temple date.

and then mid-conversation Scott called. Scott and I don’t really talk on the phone, so I figured I would finish talking to my mom and call him back in a minute.

but then instead of a voicemail he kept calling. I immediately put it together and answered his call.

Through tears and screaming and excitement Scott told me the wait was over.

Immediately bursting into tears and screaming and excitement of my own I managed to choke out a “where are you?” and a “please come over”.

It didn’t matter that I was gross from working out with my hair on my head.

He immediately rushed to come over and for the LONGEST 10 minutes of my life I tried to call parents and siblings and stared out my favorite kitchen window for Prince Charming to pull up.

As soon as I saw him I took off running down the driveway, and he started running towards me, letter in hand. I jumped on him, and he wrapped me in a hug so close I could feel his heart beating next to mine.

Finally. Finally. Finally.

and then he kissed me like I was allowed to be his, and he was allowed to be mine.

In that moment something changed. It was deeper, it was more real. Finally there were no walls in our way. There was a countdown.

I got cleaned up while Scott started calling everyone, we were so excited it didn’t even matter that the temple was closed on Monday and we couldn’t call them. Ha. So we celebrated by starting our registry and going to Outback.

I imagine this was a little taste of the joy and excitement we will feel on our wedding day. I have spent everyday since we met thanking Heavenly Father for this incredible man, and trying to wrap my head around why I was so blessed. This trial was truly such a small moment, and I would do it again in a heartbeat to be with Scott forever.

53 days and counting.

Lauren Michelle Photography

Scott wrote about the facts and timing of obtaining the temple clearance form here. 

LDS Temple Clearance Process

**This post is not endorsed by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, these are the thoughts and opinions of Scott regarding our experience in obtaining a Temple Clearance form to be sealed. **

I wanted to share the process that Jess and I went through to obtain a Temple Clearance form in the LDS Church for all those out there on the internet that may be beginning this process or already in it. When Jess and I knew we wanted to get married, I got online and started searching for how one goes about being sealed to someone in the temple after having been sealed before. I read several people’s accounts of what it took and the process. I will admit, some accounts scared me that perhaps things won’t work out or it may take forever. But I want to provide my reassurance and my experience.
I went to my Bishop first, as you should too. My Bishop had literally just been sustained to be the new bishop of our ward the week before, so this was a learning experience for both of us. I told him what I had read online and he said he would do research in the Church Handbook. The following Sunday, my Bishop had the paperwork that the stake had printed off for him. It’s a fairly simple form with some instructions for the applicant, your Bishop, and then Stake President. My Bishop sat down with me and we filled it out together, simple information stuff such as my name and address. It’ll ask for your former spouse’s name and address. Then also information for the person to whom you are engaged to. 
I had read online that women can only request a sealing cancellation if they are engaged to someone. This later made sense to me when I saw that you needed to fill out the section about the person to whom you are engaged to. I guess I don’t see a way around that. Anyway…
On the forms there are a few to-do items. My Bishop needed to call Jess’ Bishop in regards to her worthiness. Then my Bishop needed to send a letter to my former spouse asking for her feelings on this application and comments on any financial obligations related to the divorce.
The next part was the painful part. My Bishop mailed a letter to my former spouse 31 March. Two weeks went by and no word from her yet. It says in the instructions that if a response is not received a phone call may be attempted in placement of the letter. My Bishop called her and she was not very happy about the application and was slightly confused as to how the process worked. I do not blame her at all for not understanding because I didn’t at first. But she was pretty adamant about having our sealing cancelled first then allow me to get sealed to Jess. My Bishop and hopefully her Bishop explained to her that the process doesn’t proceed like that. But we gave her some time to write the letter and another two weeks passed and we called her again. She said she was working with her Bishop in writing her response. Obviously, Jess and I were quite frustrated at this point that she was taking so long and she was in control of putting our wedding on hold.
After another week and half she finally mailed it and we received it 13 May. This was by far the most painful and frustrating part. But looking back to this whole process, we were glad that we at least got it and were able to move forward. I was so nervous that she would only write awful things and the First Presidency of the Church would not grant us approval to be married, and sure enough, the letter she wrote was filled with nothing but hatred and horrible things. I’m not here to defend myself but, imagine you are my Bishop, brand new and he really doesn’t know much about me. He had read her letter and was quite surprised. But he said he had read it again and had impressions in his mind that convinced him that all was well and to proceed forward. 
Whatever happened through your divorce, I can tell you that even though her letter was awful, I prayed for the gift of discernment for my Priesthood leaders. Here was my Bishop with my story and her letter and he felt that all was well and sent the paperwork onto the Stake President by simply putting it in his box in the stake offices.
The very next day I met with the Stake President and he simply just wanted to make sure we had all the needed information. He met Jess and we had a lovely conversation. We left and he wrote his letter later that night and he mailed it to Salt Lake the very next morning. From the day that he mailed it to the day that the First Presidency’s response was in my mailbox and in my hands it took a grand total of 19 days. And now I just need to bring their letter to the temple with me on the day of mine and Jess’ sealing and we’re set. Overall, it took about 2.5 months from start to finish for this whole process for us. I’m sure it’s different depending on the situation.
To clarify, this was for obtaining a Temple Clearance form which is for men only. The Temple Cancellation form is the exact same piece of paper but you check a different box indicating a cancellation instead of a clearance. I have heard that cancellations can take much longer for the First Presidency to review because they are determining a daughter of God’s saving ordinance. 
Probably some details you didn’t care about are in here, but I just want to reassure the soul who is reading this and going through a similar process to have faith and to pray and Heavenly Father will see to it that you’ll be happy, no matter how painful or frustrating it is. 

Stand by your Man, and the real reason the "Big Day" isn’t set in stone. {Engaged part 5}

One of the biggest reasons I think Scott and I fell so hard and so fast for each other is because we’re both pretty blunt communicators. It’s very easy for us to talk to each other and be on the same page and the same team. We both knew exactly what we wanted and neither one of us had any intention of playing games with the other one’s heart. With that special gift we were both able to be completely honest about what got us to that point and how that changed our outlook on qualities we wanted our spouse to have.

Honesty & Communication are such simple things, I never thought I would be so grateful for them.

Before I even heard Scott’s voice, and before he even asked for my number, he told me that he was divorced. I think the word divorce can have some ugly words associated with it, words I know you know and words that I don’t think really need to be written here.


Because of ‘divorce’ I get to be with my sweetheart for eternity.

My sweetheart is none of those ugly words, and I have the same amount of reservations saying that today, as I did on the first day we talked about it.

That number is zero.

In the beginning of our relationship Scott offered to tell me anything I wanted to know about the divorce. I protected myself (my competitive drive self) and chose not to ask questions. If this was really going to go somewhere wouldn’t it be better not to know anything about her? I didn’t (and don’t) want our relationship to be about her or “the divorce.” What would be the point? What would be the significance of those details? I wanted to answer that question for myself before I opened that box. Before we even met we decided that from the beginning the only members of this relationship were Scott, Jess, and God.

I will say however that what stuck out to me during this, was the fact that Scott spoke not ONE negative word about her, and she wasn’t brought up ever really, we didn’t talk about her until we had to.

My heart decided that the only question I needed an answer to was this. “Are you still in love with her?”

The second he said “No.”  I had an overwhelming feeling of calm and knew that I needed nothing more than that.  

 And whether he knew it or not, during those dark days of heartache he was fighting for me, and for our family, for our marriage, for our sealing, and for our eternity.

 And whether I knew it or not, during those dark days of heartache I was fighting for him, and for our family, for our marriage, for our sealing, and for our eternity.

and while there are so many more blissful days in our life now, we’re still fighting for each other, for our family, for our marriage, for our sealing, and for our eternity.

She and Scott were sealed in the temple when they were married, and while they are legally divorced, the church will not cancel/break their sealing unless she remarries someone in the temple. We believe that being sealed in the temple to your spouse is a “saving ordinance”, and without sufficient reason, the church wouldn’t take that away from her, which I completely respect.

Men however are allowed to be sealed to more than one woman, which means that Scott and I can be sealed for eternity, but in order for that to happen we have to get a document from the First Presidency of our church giving Scott temple clearance.

I am aware that on a black and white level it looks like an underground polygamist operation. I know that that isn’t the case, but I don’t know how to explain that on a black and white level other than it took me some time to wrap my head around the fact that she will continue to be sealed to Scott until she remarries. What if she doesn’t remarry? Hard, hard questions that I spent a lot of time discussing with my Heavenly Father.

Bottom line is, God does NOT want us to be miserable, and while we might not be able to understand how the pieces fit on a black and white level, I am confident that we will have a perfect colorful  understanding in the eternities.

So what does that mean for me and Scott? It means that it has been a really hard two months collecting the appropriate letters and signatures to complete the temple clearance packet. It was sent to The First Presidency a week ago tomorrow! We couldn’t be more grateful to be in this stage of the game.  We are hoping to hear back in the next couple of weeks. So if you have some extra room in your prayers for us, we would be very grateful.

That temple marriage (sealing) is so very important to us, we will continue to work hard, do what we’re supposed to do, and fight hand-in-hand for it. As soon as we get the clearance we will be able to book the Mt. Timpanogos temple for August 8th, 2014 (shhh!) and finally start planning details to the best day of our lives.

Besides, if we have to wait longer than planned, it will give me an excuse to wear the best wedding related sweatshirt ever designed. Scott liked it, so he put a ring on it.

Knock one out of the park. The one in which Scott puts a ring on it. {Engaged part 4}

I am one of those girls who makes fun of those girls who get engaged  married, and fall off the face of the Earth. I mean, Prince Charming just walks in and then boom. You don’t have time to blog anymore? It’s all true, I just want to spend all my time with Scott, so much so that I’ve been so distracted with him, I seem to have neglected to write the most important part of the engagement! Good grief, figure it out.

So where were we?

Scott passed the Poppa Bear meet & greet, and my heartbeat finally stabilized. Everything (well almost) was allowed to happen now. We actually had the go ahead to get engaged, and you know what comes after that? I get to be Mrs. Daly. So yeah, that was a pretty incredible feeling to be holding Mr. Daly’s hand pulling out of my Dad’s parking lot.

Scott is a bit of a tease, and the sassiest boy I know. That’s why I picked him. I’m pretty sassy don’tcha know.

We had ANOTHER TWO FREAKING HOURS IN THE CAR to get to the Diamondbacks game in Phoenix.

Which, Scott spent asking me questions about what we were going to do TOMORROW, as if he was feeling out the situation to make a plan to propose.

I gave him 9 different scenarios. No joke, I counted. Nine different scenarios for a small town is a lot of options. Every single time he responded with a smile and “Oh, that sounds good!”

What a punk.

Little did I know that he had much bigger surprises in store for me. We cuddled, and yelled at the umps, and ate hot dogs for dinner. (Scott later told me two dreams came true that night, he had a chili cheese dog at the ball park, and I said yes.)

So maybe the amazing seats probably could have been a tip off, but it’s always this amazing when Scott’s in charge of the plan, so why question it?

We stood up and sang take me out to the ball game during the 7th inning stretch, I got lost in his blue eyes a time or two and couldn’t stop smiling at the way the corners of his eyes get crinkly when he looks at me.

Matching was unintentional, but I love it even more. 

And then the game was over, it was time to drive back to Flagstaff and get excited for tomorrow. The day I thought he was going to propose. We sat in the row for a minute until everyone around us cleared out, and we were holding hands and I started to walk out of the row.

Scott wasn’t as close to me as he usually is, and then he pulled on my hand to turn me around.

and as I turned to face him, he was dropping down onto one knee to ask me the most important question of my life, with the prettiest ring I have ever seen.

He completely surprised me, and I was so caught off guard, and excited I kept saying yes and started kissing him before he could hardly get the ring on my finger.

It was pretty magical, everyone around us started clapping and then we held hands and ran for the car so we could start calling everyone.

My whole heart, will be yours forever. This is a beautiful start to a lifelong love letter. 
Let’s tell the world that we finally got it all right.. I choose you. 

Big fan, is a ridiculous understatement. My wedding band is a skinny, gold, diamond band. On Saturday when I got to be with my Mom and Grammy I realized that all of us have round solitaires on gold bands, and I fell in love even more. Tradition is so beautiful. 
So if you asked Scott right now what he has in his pockets he would pull his keys out of his left pocket and his phone from his right pocket, and his wallet from his back left pocket. We usually hold hands and rest our hands on his leg. It’s not like he could hide a huge ring box from me. 
Remember when I fell in love with those red shoes before I even met him? I love those red shoes. 
He hid that box in his sock for 9+ hours, but it’s better when he tells it. 
When we first arrived in Flagstaff to Jess’ family’s home, I took the first opportunity I had to sneak the ring box from my suitcase and stuff it into my sock. That was at about 1pm. Then we had lunch with her family and I had the discussion with her father. I had been planning on proposing to Jess for quite some time, meaning like a month haha.

Originally, I was planing this trip back around Christmas time to go alone and treat myself to a Diamondbacks game for my mini spring break. Then I met Jess and I offered to her to tag along for my mini spring break road trip. Then our relationship escalated and we thought that I should probably talk to her dad on this trip. 

As we left Flagstaff and started driving down to Phoenix for the ballgame. My plan was to try to make her think I was going to propose the next day in order to try to issue as much surprise I could for the evening at the game. Hence, I kept asking about plans for the next to get her off the trail. 

Then we were at the game and I was ready to do this. I knew the location, the time, and person were right. When the game was over, I waited for the people in our row to leave and then Jess started leaving but, as she turned around I quickly bent over to get the ringbox out of my sock, then I pulled her back and as she turned back around I knelt down to ask her the question. I knew I had surprised her because as I knelt down I saw the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face. Her face absolutely lit up. She said yes and it took a minute to finally put the ring on. I heard one person around say “that’s awesome!” 

It was all so perfect.

And from the beginning I knew Scott was different. I remember tell a good friend after our first date that I felt like I had just gone on a date with my husband. From the beginning we fit perfectly.

I called my Mom to tell her I was going down two weeks after we started dating. Eating every single one of my defiant words to her the week before where I claimed that I WAS NOT exactly like my sisters. I guess I will continue the tradition of McGuire girls who fall hard and fast.

but hey, when you know, you know. Right?

I know.

It just felt real, the basic day to day things.

It felt real, that I was going to marry this boy when he kissed me in the parking lot after my Dad said yes.

It felt real when he opened my door to walk me into the baseball game.

It felt real when he kissed the back of my neck and it gave me goosebumps.

It felt real when his hand fit so perfectly with mine.

It felt real the night we played cards in the teepee and he promised me the world.

It felt real standing there in the ball park when my life became the best romantic comedy the world has ever seen.

It felt real when I said yes.

Scott talks to Poppa Bear, Jess makes Milkshakes. {Engaged part 3}

Okay, so it’s not like I didn’t know this conversation was coming. That was kinda the point of the trip. Right? Right.

We had plenty of time to talk in the car on the way to Flagstaff, and we knew that there was going to be a two hour window at my parents house before we would have to leave for the baseball game in Phoenix that night.

I figured Scott could just talk to my Poppa while he was home for lunch, and then I found myself with the whole family out to lunch with the worst possible conversations happening over the table. Rick and Alyssa were texting under the table to each other because me and Poppa Bear had launched into a conversation that definitely could have been discussed later.

So then we were walking to the cars, and Scott asks me if he should ask him. Uhm, yes? I don’t know, right here in the parking lot??

So he walks right up to Poppa Bear and says, “If it’s possible I would really like to talk to you before we go to the game.”

“Okay, if you want to come down to my office, I’ll make myself available.”


COMEEEEEE ONNNNNNNNN.. That’s not even fair. Poppa Bear has a three foot SWORD hanging on his wall. I mean, I know I’m his favorite, but I started to freak out. Scott sucked air pretty quick too getting into the back of my Mom’s truck, which, for my calm, rational, level headed man, I’m pretty sure was a sign of nerves.

So away we went back home because we drove with my mom, and I was legit starting to panic.

We got back to the house and Scott was in his room grabbing the tickets and I went into the kitchen to talk to Momsie. Who told me Scott needed to go in there alone.


He’s been in Flagstaff maybe an hour?

Scott was worried we might hit traffic if he had to come back to the house to get me, and so we decided Momsie would bring me to the office 15 minutes after Scott left.

I put the office address in his phone and he was out the door before I could even tell him it was a white office building.

By the time I pulled it together to text him, he responded with a “Here.”

Clearly he’s an adult.

So there was nothing to do but conference call all the sisters, and make Scott a double-double Blue Bell Milkshake.

It’s reallllllllly fun to be a McGuire girl, it’s even more fun to share exciting life changing moments with my sisters.

Thank you to Alyssa for taking pictures and fielding the social media on this one. 🙂 
It had been 35 minutes and THEY STILL WEREN’T OUT. Leaving plenty of time for speculation in the parking lot. What could they possibly be talking about?! Scott is really blunt, and Poppa Bear is a man of few words. They were not braiding each other’s hair and talking about American Idol. Good grief. 
**Meanwhile at the office**
I was ready for this so I bolted out the door and headed to Pernell’s office. I walked in and he asked me to shut the door as he sat behind his behemoth of a desk. We had a very simple conversation, very similar to one I would have if a boy wanted to marry my daughter. He simply asked me to take care of Jess and to honor my Priesthood. We were done in about 15 minutes and it looked like Jess hadn’t showed up yet with her Mom so I sat in the lobby and waited for them. The funny part is that I was staring out that lobby window pretty intently looking for them. Apparently, I was just looking out the wrong side of the parking lot I guess. I eventually thought to myself I’ll step outside to organize things in my truck but, as I stepped out, that’s when I saw them sitting her Mom’s truck waiting. So I quickly turned around and went back inside to grab Pernell because he wanted to come out and say hi.
So then Scott FINAAAAAALLLLLY poked his head out the first set of doors and saw me, and turned right back around and headed back into the office. 
Dad broke the silence by saying, “Well you didn’t tell me Scott was going to ask me for a job..” 
Ha ha .. wait what? Okay it’s a joke, we’re good. 
“I told him it was okay, that was what you wanted right?”
Yes, yes it was. 
Turns out Poppa Bear wanted to come out and say congratulations before we went to the baseball game. The women in my family marry calm, rational, level headed men. 

I sure do love my Dad, I am so grateful for my relationship with him. I think we get along so well because we are very much the same person. Although I knew that this trip was going to include an engagement, I was determined that this conversation happened before anything was planned for a wedding. It was really important to me that he got this conversation. I really, really hit the lottery with him. My Dad is the best. 
Someone caught Shirley taking Selfies of important things again 🙂 

Temple, Vegas, it’s like there’s a theme here Mr. Daly {Engaged part 2. }

And then Wednesday came,  worked in the morning and the tired, sick clouds parted long enough to shave my legs and have a top 10 hair day before Scott came to pick me up. Bless everything. 

Scott’s version of vacation and road trip snacks are mostly Hostess, and Hostess byproducts. Whatever makes him happy 🙂 

So the plan was St. George, Vegas, Flagstaff, Phoenix, Flagstaff, St. George, Home! 
I think this is one of my favorite pictures of us 🙂 

 We stayed with his parents Wednesday night in St. George, and spent Thursday morning touring in St. George. This is the temple my parents got married in!

I have a collection of Scott photobombing pictures, this is one of his best. 

Blue, blue sky. 

So fun to get to spend the morning with Fred and Gayle. 

and then Mr. Daly whisked me off to go play in Vegas. 

Like I said.. 

The Bellagio
And then we watched the water show. 
When we were driving into Vegas I spotted the Bluebell Ice Cream truck, which is the most majestical tasting ice cream ever. Scott didn’t seem to think that it was a good idea for me to try and jump onto the back of it, so I told him that all I wanted out of Vegas was a bowl of Blue Bell Ice cream. 
We went and had some amazing Thai food with Scott’s sister Shannon and her husband Brian. And went back to their house to visit, when Shannon announced that there were three gallons of bluebell in the freezer I got so excited I swatted Scott. Amazing. 
And then Friday morning we drove to Flagstaff… where I knew a very important conversation was going to happen between Scott and Poppa Bear. 
Stay tuned for Part 3. 🙂 

Okay, but when can I kiss him? {Engaged part 1}

We had talked about Scott talking to Poppa Bear before March Madness, but my dear rational Mr. Daly thought it would be good to meet the family first. Which I agreed made more sense. Plus during March Madness weekend I got to talk to my parents, just me and them and have a wonderful discussion on marriage, and tell them that Scott is THE one.

and then I spent a month on my sick bed. With plenty of time to have a meltdown about whether or not I could actually kiss my Scott when we got engaged.

I mean SERIOUSLY ?! He’s going to ask me to spend eternity with him and all I’m going to be able to do is High Five him?

So there was a cry for help.. We were a WEEK away from our trip, a girls gotta take matters into her own hands sometimes.  Heaven bless doctors who don’t think you’re ridiculous for texting them silly grade school girl questions like, “When can I kiss my boyfriend?”

Which led to this. 

That last gif really is a winner. 
Now all I needed to do was find some energy to pack. .. But I used up all my energy laying on the floor and using a cheap app to censor  edit the picture. Thankfully Hannah saved the day and helped me pick out outfits and tackle the laundry monster.