The Prologue

So, I told Audrey that I would help write for this blog, and specifically the beginning. Holding to my word I will now present the beginning for this Tale of the Two Taylors.

It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. It was our Junior year of our high school experience. It was in the distinct realm of orchestra class where we first met. She said hi to me one day, and I said hi back. That was the beginning. Our conversations continued to get better, of course. We became best friends and went on a lot of dates together, but never were "steady." I enjoyed being with Audrey more than anyone else.

We spent Junior Prom together

American Gothic: Posed by Matthew and Audrey Taylor (still Prom)

One of the main reasons I wanted to come to BYU wasn't only for the great education, but also so that I could be close to Audrey. We men assort our priorities like that. We continued to be very close friends. We did go on dates with each other often and also with others, which tested my resistance to jealousy. We did this because we didn't want to get too serious, knowing that I was to choose to serve a mission for two years.

A date shortly before the mission (I try to refrain from having to explain in these pictures all my weird behavior in detail).

Audrey wrote me about every other week on the mission. Not only did she continue to support me in the way of listening and verbal encouragement, but she also sent me and my companions some delicious baked goods which made my companions to think quite highly of her.

My mission. I loved it.

Audrey, at the same time, was having a blast herself.

After coming home, it took us both some readjustment of being with each other again. We were close friends again and had just as much fun as ever. I still had to fight a bit for her, but I see competition as a positive sign when it comes to the dating world, though there were enough guys for my taste that noticed how great Audrey is. I wanted the security of knowing that I had our relationship forever. To insure this, I merely* proposed to her. (*understatement)

Minutes after the proposal.

Now we are married, and the adventures that I loved so much and shared with my best friend will never end. It's the best.

Why it can and will last forever.

Ha ha, two of a kind.

Now begins my happiest tale,
our Tale of Two Taylors