It's anniversary time for the BYU crowds... you know, all the people who got married at the end of the summer right before the Fall semester started. Or all the people who wanted to get married between Summer and Fall semester. That time of year when the Salt Lake Temple has somewhere between 50 to 60 brides a day starting as early at 6 AM. My fellow BYU alumni should know exactly what I'm talking about.
(September 2004)
Well all this anniversary talk has got me thinking about my own marriage. This isn't our wedding anniversary time of year, but it is the anniversary of our engagement. You know, the anniversary of all the promises you don't intend to keep... then again most people probably take engagements well and don't make their husband-to-be sit and convince them that they will still be their own person even if they get married. Most people don't get engaged the night after they get back from a summer long life changing experience half way around the world, but whatever.
(The day after my roommate took this photo. Yes, the ring was way too big and barely fit on my middle finger.)
The night we got engaged Nick took me to play mini-golf (sadly one of my least favorite dating activities), then to dinner in an Italian restaurant (where I sat frozen and shivering under a blasting air conditioning vent) and then to the Provo River (ideal, as this was the place where Nick first told me he loved me). Nick even brought along strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar for dipping. Yum!
I was feeling a little jet lagged and emotional as it was, but when Nick got down on one knee to propose I really started to cry and they were not tears of joy. I was a basket case, and poor Nick had know clue what to do besides start making silly promises that he couldn't keep... like that we would dance together every night, that he would make me laugh every day, that I wouldn't have to change my last name, or that we could always go home to my parent's house for Christmas.
Some promises just don't get kept and that's the way it is.
Luck for us all the really important promises were made on our wedding day, and they have all been kept.
And really that is the way it should be.
(Our Wedding Day at the Jordan River Temple)
Nick may not have kept all his engagement promises, but he did come home from class last night with an extra cookie special for me.
And when I broke off half my fingernail and was writhing on the floor in pain (that's right... into the pink part... big ouch) he never laughed and he went and found me two bandaids. He even helped me wash and condition my mop of hair so I wouldn't have to use my maimed right hand.
Hey, if that isn't love I don't know what is...
(photo courtesy of Rosie)
6 comments:
Happy engagement day!!!!
I can't believe it's been so long.....
Happy anniversary! I, for one, am glad that you said yes (eventually). :) and while you may not be slow dancing *every* night, I think you are very much your own person that meshes well with Nick being his own person. Of course, I wish I was a Middle Friend, so this is just from my perspective of you over the past couple years. Still, I think you did well.
i remember getting a phone call shortly after that evening! didn't nick give you pink puka shells?
Sigh. It's like a fairy tale. I love you two as a couple. Really--you go so well together.
And I still can't get over those pictures with you in the black dress! Will that dress fit me by any chance?!
Yes, Nick is awesome, and you are both very lucky!
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