LOVE IN THE BOI: Jen + Brian

Meet Jen and Brian.

Their love story started on the first day of college at BSU. Their love continues to thrive and grow since day one.


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My husband and I met on the first day of college in the Chaffee Dorms at BSU.  He was from Spokane Washington and was in Boise to wrestle on scholarship, I was from the Seattle area and we started dating 6 months later—never looking back—and relocating to the Boise area.  Fun facts:  we have spent 24 Valentine’s Days together, we have 3 daughters, and we all train jiu-jitsu together.  Most fun fact:  Brian is fighting on the pro-card for Front Street Fights in Boise on February 1st after a 7 year retirement.  


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She wrote a story about the moment that sealed the deal for them to become more than friends.  It was featured in the Stonecrop Magazine at College of Western Idaho and it encompasses so much charm about Boise, and being kids and about loving the simple things about each other.  Here’s her story:

How We Became Us

I called him that night, Friday. The cold gray walls of my dorm were easy to resist, and when I asked him if he wanted to hang out, he did.

We hopped into his red Nissan pick-up, and over the radio, he asked me if I wanted to drive. I lurched and stalled it so many times that we traded seats. He may have laughed at me—yes, I am sure he did.

My lack of experience was a novelty.

We went up the hills overlooking the City of Trees. The air was cold and crisp, and lighted by Christmas. When we reached the top of the highest hill, the frosted, twinkling city so far below, we teetered there at the edge. Lying before us was some semblance of a road. Darkness on the backside of the hill swallowed up the Nissan’s narrow headlight beams.

"Let's go for it.”

He stepped on the gas and together we slipped down into the night and the mud, away from the city, from finals, cardboard pizza, stale coffee, and the quiet of an all-girls dorm. The engine called it quits when we plunged to a stop at the dark bottom of, what? We couldn't discern anything. The road was not a road at all, but a trap.  Other auto-victims had been here before.

 

Striking a flare and circling around, we spied underbrush for miles upon miles.  Deep scars of tire tread were etched into the ground around us.  An abandoned car.  A side view mirror, broken and half-buried. 

He fumbled with the winch, but sagebrush offers no leverage and when I pointed the flare to the ground, it licked my palm and singed my sleeve and I dropped it with a yelp.

We grasped shovels and flung mud until exhaustion formed blisters and then collapsed into the bed of his truck, tracing constellations in the sky and laughing at the mud smeared on our temples.  Giving in, we planned our escape route on foot. 

We were crushed by darkness and lost feeling in our toes but we were kids with no weight on our shoulders, and getting stranded in the hills was no big thing. Especially when it meant wearing a warm coat that smelled like him, holding hands, and catching the glint of that first-love spark.

But like I said, it was no big thing. Even when the tow truck gave up and the tractor said, "No way." To the tune of $400—all his measly college savings—the Nissan was set free by a CAT. Nothing M&W powdered donuts and orange juice couldn't fix.

What I recall most is that we drove up the hill as friends, and came down as a glimmer of something more. And three years later, on bended knee, a promise was made on the same nameless road. But this time, instead of foolishness, a proclamation of devotion and friendship.

And yes, love.

It’s been twenty-four years and I can say that I still like the way his jacket smells.

Thank you Jen & Brian for sharing your LOVE IN THE BOI story! You may follow them on Instagram at @jenwieber_writer and his is @thesemicolon

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