I've wanted to start a blog
for a long time. I read several other people's blogs and -usually- think
"Wow, that person is so creative/witty/interesting". My husband likes
to tell me that I don't have a creative bone in my body (in a loving sort of
way of course), so this is my attempt at branching out and being more creative.
I'll apologize in advance to anyone who chooses to read. This may just end up
being a journal of sorts, since I stopped keeping an actual journal quite a
while ago.
I'll start with a cute story:
Damon and I met on February
18, 2009, it was a Wednesday. At this time in my life, on a regular Wednesday,
I would be attending classes at UVU from morning until early afternoon. From
there I would take the bus straight to work at Home Fabrics. On this particular
Wednesday, I had been asked to open the store because my boss's father had
recently passed away and his funeral was that morning. I skipped classes that
day without a second thought (or a first thought really. who doesn't love an
excuse to skip class?). Little did I know that events of that day would start a
new chapter in my life.... queue corny music…
A day or two before this
momentous Wednesday, while working, I received a call from a young man looking
for a specific fabric. It was the end of the day and I was tired and grouchy.
He had a very attractive voice so I automatically came to the conclusion that
he had to be married, (that and the fact that he was calling a fabric store..)
and this just intensified my grouchy-ness. He wanted to know how much of this
specific fabric we had because he was going to try to reupholster a couch. I
very shortly told him that I could estimate how much I think is on the roll,
but if he wanted me to take the time to roll it out he would have to come in. He
said okay.
So on Wednesday morning, he
came in. I can't remember if he came and asked for assistance or if I saw him
wandering around looking cute and lost and asked if I could help, but either
way, I ended up locating the fabric for him -the same bolt of suede I found for
him on the phone before. He was also looking for a complimentary fabric, so I
helped him find that as well. We had been doing mark-downs in the suede section
and since this particular one was $20 a yard, I marked it down and asked how much he would like for $10. I got him all checked out and he went to leave, but then
hesitated and stopped, pretending to look at rugs. I had to go back to work,
but kept an eye on him. Not sure what I was hoping for,
but when I glanced back and he was gone, my heart sank. About 20 minutes later,
I was sitting on the floor stocking shelves and I saw someone walk up in front
of me. I looked up and there he was again, this time holding out a small slip
of paper. He said he could use some help reupholstering his couch and in return
he would like to take me to dinner. Completely smitten I accepted the paper and
he left. The slip of paper was a piece of a receipt and had “Damon” and his
phone number written on it. Needless to say, I grinned like an idiot for the
rest of the day. (Turns out he spent that 20 minutes sitting in his car trying to find a piece of paper to write his phone number on and convincing himself to go back in and give it to me.)
I waited until Friday and
then I texted him. He was busy at work so he couldn't talk, but we ended up
setting up a date for the next Wednesday, February 25th. We planned for him to
pick me up directly from work. I was SO nervous I almost canceled on him
several times. But I didn't, and I'm glad. He was obviously determined to
impress me with this date. We first went to dinner at Tucano's, where I was so
nervous I forgot to put salad dressing on my salad and then was too embarrassed
to go back. After dinner we went bowling. He told me he wasn't great at
bowling, and then he bowled a 230... to my 110. After that we went to Sub Zero and had ice
cream and talked until the store closed. He was adorable. And older. And not a
member of the LDS church. This last fact was a deal-breaker for me as my faith
is a huge part of my life, but even so I did not want the date to end!
Apparently neither did he, because after ice cream we went for a drive up Provo
Canyon where he tried to teach me how to drive a stick, which I failed
miserably at and still can't do. He drove me back to my car and asked me to go out with him
again on Saturday morning. That was it. There was never a discussion about how
we felt about each other or where we wanted this to go. We both knew pretty
early on that we wanted to be together… That fact made the next two years as
difficult as they were wonderful. There was quite a struggle and a WHOLE bunch
of stubbornness on both ends, but it made us both grow in many ways. Finally,
with the encouragement of his wonderful (now OUR wonderful) Bishop, we
compromised.
On February 25, 2011, we got married at Sleepy Ridge. It was the perfect day.
On February 25, 2012, after one crazy, wonderful year
marriage, we were sealed in the Draper Temple. That day
was joy. Pure, beautiful, joy. It was such a journey to get there, and it was
worth EVERY SECOND.
As a side note... That couch, still not reupholstered...
