“We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.”
–The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
Our branch consisted of maybe 15 active YSAs and I was the newest member, a recently baptized 19-year old college freshman. We held FHE at the senior missionaries’ apartment, and that is where I first met Adam.
Sitting across the room, I kept whispering questions to my friend about the two new members of our YSA branch. They were brothers – the older one recently returned from his mission to Austria and the younger one home for the summer from BYU. I felt bad that they were so obviously being studied by everyone in the room, but it was interesting to observe their reactions to the attention. My friend was good friends with them both and after initial introductions, the four of us stuck together the rest of the evening.
Two days later at Institute, the brothers were there again. Both were fun and funny and it was great getting to know them. They were laid back and easy to be around. After Institute, a group of us went to help my friend with her astronomy homework. We arrived at the field she designated and all took turns trying to find the constellations she needed.
I stayed close to my friend while the guys in our group started to lose interest in homework that wasn’t theirs. But Adam, the older brother, maintained a close proximity, trying to help us every now and again. He took special interest when I announced I’d found a constellation on the list. “Where is it?” he asked. I pointed it out. He replied he couldn’t make it out. I stepped a little closer, pointing up to the stars. “Sorry, I still don’t see it.” I stepped closer, slightly annoyed that he wasn’t seeing the constellation I was doing an excellent job of pointing out. It was only when he spoke did I realize how close he and I were. He smiled mischievously and finally admitted he saw the constellation.
Yes, the whole time he was playing dumb to get me to stand closer to him.
A Dinner Invitation
A couple of Sundays after we met, Adam invited me to his house for dinner. Well, technically his invitation went like this, “My mom wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight.” I tried not to read into the dinner invitation too much, and I accepted.
With a raging cold, I met Adam’s mother and step-father. Trying to be polite and make a great impression is difficult to do when you can’t breathe out of your nose.
It was obvious this guy was into me, but I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted out of the relationship yet. I enjoyed spending time with him, but I was enjoying the freedom of being single after ending a 2-year relationship. I was worried I was rebounding and I didn’t want to do that to either of us.
But he was so sweet and funny and incredibly smart. He was humble and inquisitive and kind. So, when he asked me to go out on a date with him, I said yes.
Our First Date
I didn’t mean to check the stereotype box for our first date, but I absolutely did when Adam showed up on time and eager for our date and I wasn’t ready. He sat on my bed in my dorm and we chatted as I finished drying my hair. He didn’t seem perturbed by my tardiness which helped dull the sting of embarrassment.
When I was done, I turned to see he had written something on my computer. It was a poem.
your hair looks like silkmy heart turn to milkthat smile on your facelifts me up to a placeof love and desire.youve ignited my fireof hope and delight.you are my sweet light.my heart cannot standwhen you touch my hand.the pulse and the heatbring me to defeat.the excitement and thrillmakes me surrender my willto you.
This guy was patient, kind, and hilarious. This date was going to be fun.
We spent the day on campus. I took him to the building I’d had my favorite classes in. We walked over the bridge of the Crim Dell, a pond where many college students reportedly got engaged. We had dinner with my best friend at the campus marketplace and continued to spend time together. The day turned into evening and we were still excitedly chatting away.
We ended our date as I’m sure so many other couples at the time ended theirs, by watching The Notebook.
Popping the Question
Our first date was just the beginning and from then on we were inseparable. Just 2 months later, on July 4, we got engaged. Watching the fireworks from a local beach, we felt everyone was celebrating our commitment to each other, excited for the future that awaited us.
“You are the answer to every prayer I’ve offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don’t know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.”
-The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
Every Fourth of July we feel the whole country is celebrating our decision to get married, cheering us on for each year we continue our commitment to each other.
On Our Engagement Anniversary
Sure, we were young. We hardly knew each other. But we both felt committing ourselves to each other for time and all eternity was what we should do. And now, 12 years after saying “yes” to his “will you marry me,” I think it’s safe to say that we were right.
Marriage takes work. That’s why I made it a goal in 2017 to go out on a kid-free date at least twice a month with my husband. Read all about it here.