Meghan Warren Wedding Story

My name is Meghan Warren. I am 22 years old. I got married to the love of my life, Brock Warren, on April 17, 2011. In order for you to fully grasp how wonderful my wedding was, and how happy I was to be marrying the man of my dreams, I will have to tell you about our love story from the beginning.

Our love story began in March of 2007. I was 17, homeschooled, in high school and living with my mom, two younger siblings and my grandparents in San Diego.I was on MySpace (back when it was cool) and I was looking to meet some in friends in the San Diego area. I came across a boy’s profile, looked at it for a few minutes, then moved onto the next profile. Little did I know, he had a tracker on his page and was able to see I looked at his profile.

A few days later I got a message and friend request from him. He went on to tell me that he saw I looked at his profile and would love to hangout sometime. He promised he was not a crazy person. He just got stationed in San Diego (He is in the United States Navy) and he would like it if I could show him around. I was skeptical at first, but I did add him to my friend list. Later that day, I told my mom all about the message. She said she didn't want me meeting with someone I met online, but I could still talk with him.

After that, I wrote him back telling him what my mother said. He was a little disappointed, but understood where she was coming from. After that we sent messages back and forth for a few weeks, then eventually exchanged numbers. From there it spiraled out of control. We would talk and text every day and became best friends.

Months later he told me that he was getting stationed in Hawaii. He still really wanted to meet me. My mom said I could meet him, but she had to meet him first. I did not let him know this though. For some reason I was kind of scared to meet him. I felt that since he was getting transferred, there was no point in meeting him. I really liked him and I would have been heartbroken if I met him and then he had to leave.

So he moved to Hawaii and we still talked almost every day. He even got deployed for six months and yet he would call and email me as much as he could. I looked forward to every time I got an email or got to hear his voice on the phone.

It was getting close to Christmas time and Brock asked me what I wanted. I jokingly said, "You mean besides you?" He laughed and said yes. So I told him a few others things.A few weeks later, he told me that a package should come for me and I needed to be home to sign for it. The day my package was supposed to arrive, I was watching my brother and sister. The doorbell rang and there HE was- dressed in a Santa Clause suit. Later that night we had our first date. Since my brother and sister came along, we went to go see Alvin and the Chipmunks in theaters and then went mini golfing.

A few nights later he asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said "YES!" I knew this would be a long-distance relationship, but I would wait for him. About a week or so later he went back to Hawaii.

From that point on, we saw each other a few weeks out of the year, usually for the Christmas holiday. We also went through two more deployments. On one of his deployments I went to stay with his family in Texas over the summer and got a summer job there. Brock was still deployed and had a few weeks left before his ship made it back to Hawaii. On July 11, 2009 Brock surprised me yet again! He was able to fly off his ship early and fly to Texas (Of course I had no idea).

I had been out shopping with his sister all day and when I got back to the house, Brock’s mom said Brock had sent me a present and it was in the house. I looked toward the house and there were roses leading to the front door. As I went to pick them up, there were notes on each one. The rose trail ended in front of a mirror. When I looked in the mirror, I saw Brock standing behind me. I turned to give him a hug but he stopped me. He then got down on one knee and proposed. I was in shock!!! Finally I said "YES!"

He got stationed back in San Diego for a year then went on yet another deployment. We planned our wedding together as best we could. He came home from deployment about a month or so before our wedding, so we made the finishing touches together. We were married on April 17, 2011 at the Little Chapel of the Roses in Bonita, Calif. I was nervous, yet excited, as I got ready to walk down the aisle.

I did my makeup, then put in my dark brown hair extensions from, curled my hair and pinned it to the side with a flower. Our wedding party was about 35 people. His family, my family and a few friends attended. Everything was perfect and turned out even better than I expected. As I said my vows to Brock, I was filled with love and pride that I was marrying my best friend and a hero to our country.

The reception took place on the back patio of a small Italian restaurant called Old Venice. We ate, toasted, mingled, laughed and of course kissed a lot. Brock’s stepmom and brother took our pictures. My friend Aj caught my bouquet and my cousin’s (now husband) caught the garter. Our wedding colors were pink, yellow and orange and my mom made our cake (lemon and strawberry) to match the color theme. Our flowers were Gerber daisies with a few roses.

We said our goodbyes to family and friends and rushed toward Brock’s truck as we got candy hearts thrown on us. The night was coming to an end, but I couldn’t be happier because I was now Mrs. Warren.

We had our honeymoon in Ireland and got to stay in a castle. We are now stationed in Tennessee and will be here the next three years. We celebrated our first anniversary this April and couldn’t be more in love. We have three furbabies and will be starting a family soon. Here’s to 50 more years!