Yes, 10 years ago I married a guy that I had only spent 25 days with and whom I had only known for 7 months. It is kind of a cool story of how we met:
I was 25, living in Utah and feeling like I was just drifting. I hated that feeling. I was working full-time, but I didn't feel like I had much purpose. I prayed to know what I should do with my life. I wanted to stretch and grow as a person. I received the inspiration that I should move to Vancouver, WA (where my parents lived) to work and teach seminary.
Seminary is a program that all LDS high school students go through. The students go to the church before school (that would be 6am) for all 4 years and have an in depth study of the scriptures. It is such a great way to start the day for these students. Seminary teachers are not paid. It is an intense assignment, but so rewarding.
I had taught one year of seminary after my mission and decided that I wanted to go back home and teach again. This year we would be studying the Old Testament. I was excited to go to the Seminary Symposium at BYU to get some great ideas and lesson plans for the school year.
I walked into the first class of the day and decided to sit on the far left side of the room by myself in the 2nd row. I did notice a tall, dark haired guy in the row in front of me, but I am the not the type that will initiate a conversation. Luckily for me, he was.
We made small talk until the class started. I tried to take everything in, but in my mind I was curious about this very different guy I had just met. He really was different....in a good way! He was from Pennsylvania. He was baptized into the church when he was 21. He had gone on a mission to Orange County, Ca (coincidentally, where I grew up) when he was 25 and had just been home a year. He had recently been asked to teach seminary and I could tell that he had an enthusiasm for the gospel. He had the kindest blue eyes and a fun personality. I wondered if we would talk again, or go our separate ways after the class.
Well, the class ended and to my delight, this new friend asked me what class I was planning on going to next. We ended up spending the whole day together and going out that night. We met again the following day and spent the last day of the symposium together.
Soon, it was time for us to go out separate ways. I was moving to Washington state and he was going back to PA. We traded e-mail and phone numbers and promised to call and write. And that we did!
We spent many hours on the phone in the weeks after we met and became so close. We learned so much about each other. I learned that he used to have long hair and played guitar in a heavy metal band. I learned that he preferred to work at night and sleep during the day. I learned that he had a motorcycle and I knew I had met my soul mate when he told me that he had just eaten a bunch of cookie dough and felt sick! I already loved him and knew that he was "the one". One month after we met, he came to WA for a visit and asked me to marry him. I said, YES! and we celebrated by going on our second date.
Six months, many hours on the phone and countless e-mails later, we were married in the Portland, Oregon Temple. Our honeymoon was driving my car and stuff to PA. I'm still hoping that we can go on a real honeymoon someday! I'm thinking Hawaii!!!!
So, 10 years and 3 kids later, I can say that I was blessed enough to marry the perfect person for me. Here's to many more years! Love you Honey!!!!