Fourteen years ago today, in a sealing room in the Manti temple, Jeff proposed.
Still on crutches from his farming accident just 6 months earlier, he got down on his good knee and asked me to marry him. It dawned on me shortly after I accepted that I actually had a date that night with someone else. See, Jeff and I had only been dating for 4 weeks. This might sound alarming to some, but we had actually known each other for 6 1/2 years, having dated some during my first (his 2nd) year of college. In and out of touch over the next several years, we finally figured out that we really liked being together this time around. But we never had the “let’s only date each other” discussion. I figured out pretty quickly that I preferred spending my time with Jeff, but we were only a couple of weeks into our new relationship when my brother’s friend asked me to his community college’s Valentine’s dance. So when I blurted out, “I have a date tonight!”, Jeff said, “I know. You can go.” Yeah, right. I didn’t go.
My Dad jokes that I finally caught someone because – with his injury – Jeff couldn’t run fast enough.
Whatever the reason, I’m glad Jeff puts up with me. I think we make a good team. Love you, babe.
I know this isn’t the best picture of me or the kids, but Jeff looks hot!
(I got the best one. Wahoo!)
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