The Anniversary Special

Hub and I probably have somewhat different versions of our Love Story, but since I am the one that does all the hard work on the blog it will be my version that goes forth today.


It all began at The Glenwood in Provo. It was the start of spring semester and the pickings were slim. I first met Hub when he was hobbling around on crutches visiting girls' apartments because that was the type of player he was. He became enamored by my wit and charm and the rest is history. The end.


Actually, we started hanging out in a friendly fashion. He had a handicap sticker due to his recent knee surgery so it was very convenient to have him drive us places. But then he started getting all touchy-feely and I had a missionary and it was time to give him the ol' heave ho. But I never had heaved nor hoed anybody before (well, not anyone that was actually nice and therefore would induce feelings of guilt in me) and I didn't know how to go about it. So my trusty roomie and cousin, Steph, took it upon herself to drive Hub away. I fondly recall her performing a modern dance for him. We were sitting in my apartment and she got out a grocery bag, crumpled it up on the floor and then danced along side it. This plan did not work and Hub didn't go away. But he did begin thinking my cousin was nutso.


Months passed and I couldn't quite get rid of him and so I finally decided to marry him. The end.

Actually, I started appreciating Hub in the ways I initially discounted as not being my 'type.' So what if he didn't really like to read? So what if he would rather water ski than attend a political rally? So what if he was funnier in private than in a big crowd? He was a sincere person, fun to be around and wasn't embarrassed about asking for discounts. So we got married. The end.


Actually, it took some more time before I started coming around. There was some angst on my part (isn't there always angst if you are female?) and lots of fasting and prayers. And one day I just realized we were meant to be (I'm pretty sure I coined that phrase). We ended up getting engaged at the end of January 1998:

This is us in my apartment on the night of our engagement. Hub likes to buy flowers; something I am finally convincing him isn't worth the price to me. (Have you got how I am such a romantic yet?) We had dinner at that expensive place that isn't there anymore and then he proposed at the Provo Temple and then we went to a dance concert at BYU with my sister Di. I don't really remember why we had to go to a concert with my sister the night of our engagement... but oh well, it makes her part of our story.This is our engagement picture. That's a rock behind me in the Provo River. Though it very appropriately looks like angel wings....







If you squint really close you can see all the family and friends who celebrated our special day.




And you can't tell but my face is saying, "He is going drop me! Why must we do these creative shots??" But Hub is a lot stronger than I gave him credit for. He can carry me and move lots of furniture without any help. But not at the same time.


So that is how it all began just in case you forgot or never knew or never cared to know. Ten years later, here we are: Four kids, a mortgage, a minivan and a Honda Civic with close to 200,000 miles on it. And I have the best Hub in the world. Happy Anniversary Lambkins! We are celebrating by taking a full day and a half away and are leaving the county! Yes, that was county, not countRy. We party hard. Bye!