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 🙂 

October 19th, 2013

Was a day I was preparing for my whole life.

I didn’t expect this day to come without it being tied to a husband or a mission, something so much bigger than me. Jessica Nan McGuire.

On October 19th, 2013. I was blessed to be able to go through the temple.

I had been thinking about this decision for awhile, working really hard, and preparing in every way I knew how.


So I’ve been praying a lot about it. Like that good non-stop consuming prayer thinking about it. And tonight when I was driving to Smith’s I felt it. I felt that overwhelming yes it’s time. And I cried. Because look how far we’ve come. From that sad, confused girl in Denver to now. Where I want nothing more than the temple and I feel worthy of this next step. 

And it’s big and scary.

Written next to the Eggs. 

I know that I hold insecurity in the desire to find marriage. My big beautiful family, wants marriage for me, not because they think I’m incapable of taking care of myself, but because there is a certain happiness that comes from their marriages and families. Which is the best kind of happy, of course the people who love me the most want what’s best for me.  and I want that happy too. With my whole heart I want that kind of love and happy. 

I wouldn’t trade my experiences since I left home for anything. I have learned more about who I am, and who I want to be in the past four years than in my whole life. Which I know I needed in order to feel confident and happy in a marriage. (no, I’m not secretly dating someone.) It was really scary for me to tell my Bishop I felt ready to make this step forward. Although there is no rule, it’s pretty standard to go through the temple in conjunction with marriage or a mission. 

But I trusted my heart, and ignored my insecurity. Because this. was. right. 

and My Bishop and Stake President felt exactly the same way. How grateful I was for that affirmation. They knew, I knew. There are things that insecurity wants nothing more than to destroy. To beat down the door and stop you in your tracks. 

but there are things that are bigger than insecurity, things that can’t be broken or destroyed. 

this. this is one of those things. 

and as I was standing all dressed in white feeling more beautiful and confident than I ever thought possible, with the two people who have seen me as that kind of beautiful my entire life. 

it clicked. 

Working towards this was truly the first time in my life I chose to know for myself what I believed in. It makes sense that my all too often distracted brain would have an opportunity to do this without any other events to distract. It made sense for me. 

October 19th, 2013 was always supposed to be October 19th, 2013. 

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Our House, in the Middle of the Street

I once had a Sunday School teacher who’s mantra was: You do good things, you get good things.” I seem to be riding the good things train lately. (Don’t worry, the holidays  and crazy hours will come. I promise a solid breakdown.) but until then, let me tell you my news!

When I moved to Utah my Dad mentioned he would possibly be interested in buying a property and renting it out to college age girls. When he said that I wasn’t really in a stable place financially or adult-ly.  “C’mon Dad, let’s do this. I don’t have a job, I just got my heart broken, and I know nothing about Utah. You should buy a house.” riiiiiiiight

*In my defense, Poppa Bear has already said that when he gets old, he wants to live with me. Out of all the children. Good food and ESPN? He’s got his priorities straight.

Well, we’re definitely in a different place now. Job, medicated, understand Utah. That ladies and gents is a three-fer. I had a pow-wow with Poppa Bear while I was in Arizona and presented my case. We all know I’m his favorite anyway. 😉 For the past two months I’ve been looking at houses and skyping my parents in on the favorites. It’s been so fun to send houses back and forth with them! When they came up this week we had compiled a top 4 for them to go see.

The three of us decided on a house this week, and they accepted our offer! I’m going to the inspection tomorrow, and hopefully we close super soon! I am beyond thrilled with our pick. White brick fireplaces, wood floors, granite in the bathrooms, beautiful lawn…. and this.

Let’s talk about this shall we?

are you as in love as I am? That warm granite is definitely in the window sills as well. Plenty of counter space for this year’s gingerbread house. I might sleep in the kitchen.

Don’t let the exterior fool you, this house has a huge downstairs and five bedrooms!

Oh, I can’t wait to decorate !

I think we might just have to have a formal house warming this fall. 

Poppa Bear

My Dad is pretty neat, he’s taught me a lot of things.

^Father of 6, Papa to 4, Wife of 1, Dad to me. 

  1. To love classic Rock n’ Roll 
  2. Spicy Mustard is life changing
  3. How to properly fry an egg
  4. How a man should love his wife
  5. How to catch a ball
  6. The beauty of pitching the third strike
  7. That nobody’s right, and nobody’s wrong until he says so
  8. I will never be too old to say “Okey Dokey Dad” when I need to make a “better choice”
  9. To love God
  10. To never stop improving
  11. That you don’t get any points for standing on third base
  12. To not compromise with quality of food. 
  13. The best Sunsets are at Lake Powell
  14. That Dads love you even when you do really dumb things
  15. That he’s really proud of me. 
It’s no secret my parent’s are my number one fans. My Dad rarely missed a game, and I have a very fond visual of him taking his tie off and unbuttoning the top button so he could coach third. I know he’s always been proud of me, but being able to make him proud is one of the best feelings in the world. Having him at the store opening in Gilbert, or being able to tell him first that I got this promotion are feelings I want to hold onto for the rest of my life. How sweet it is, to be able to have him celebrate with me. 
I played on a slow pitch softball team this summer. This weekend I hit a homer, and got a little dirty. 
and I couldn’t wait to tell him. There’s a certain joy I find playing ball, that you just can’t get anywhere else, and I’m glad he taught me that. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that all the best parts of my life I learned from him. 

I love my Dad. There’s a reason he’s speed dial #1.

    He drove me to Prom, we were so focused this year, there wasn’t any time to waste with boys. This was the day we finally beat Flag High. I don’t think I even had time to shower after the game, met my date there, and left early because of a game the next day. I remember feeling silly that I wasn’t going to Prom with a boyfriend, and now I look back at this and wouldn’t change a thing. Oh how fun it is to be his daughter.

I love you Dad!

Happy Father’s Day!