This Sunday my husband and I are celebrating the 25th anniversary of our wedding. My children think the story of how we met is very boring and because of this, my husband has made up a very entertaining story of how we met that involves me being in a motorcycle gang and having a very ugly dog. However, it is completely untrue. Just so my kids know, this is the REAL STORY.
We first met in the fall of 1987 when we had a daily music theory class together. It was a small class of about 20 students but I didn't really talk to anyone except a good friend of mine. One day I was walking to the class and I saw a guy I recognized from this class. We said hi and walked together to class having our first real conversation. During that walk, I happened to see just about every boy I knew so I kept saying hi to them and my future husband decided I was way too popular to ask out (or that's his excuse, anyway). No interest on either side.
A few weeks later, we both attended a Halloween orchestra party--he played the trombone and I played the violin in the BYU Philharmonic. He wanted to ask out my friend from music theory and set me up with his friend, so he came and sat down next to me. As we talked, I realized how open, genuine, and friendly he is and I became a lot more interested in getting to know him. So after that party, I started sitting closer to his corner of the room, laughing at his jokes and talking to him as much as possible so he would get the message that I was interested in him.
After several weeks of this, he FINALLY asked me out. He later told me it was because the Synthesis director (whom I knew because I used to babysit his kids) had highly recommended me as being a trustworthy person! I find this extremely funny. I guess it's a good thing I was a good babysitter!
For our date, we went to a Faculty Jazz concert and then afterwards we went to the Cougareat. I thoroughly enjoyed the date. He was kind and so easy to talk to. As we sat in the Cougareat, he told me all about the girl that he almost proposed to the year before and as I listened to his story, the thought came into my head, "I could marry this guy!" I had never thought that before about anyone.
For the next few weeks, I went around thinking that I had a secret--that I knew who I was going to marry! Scott obviously didn't have this thought because it took him several weeks to ask me out again. He kept making me mad by telling me that he was on a dating fast--and he had forgotten about the date we went on because he was including that time in his so-called fast!
Eventually he asked me out again--we played music for a nursing home--and the whole time I couldn't stop smiling at him. Shortly after that, he went back to Washington for Christmas. He didn't call me while he was gone. He later told me that when he came back he decided that he wasn't going to ask out anyone he had dated before and just start over with new girls. But that night, he had a crazy dream about me so he called me the next day and the next and the next...
That following semester we saw each other just about every evening and spent a lot of time together. I somehow forgot that I had decided he was the one I was going to marry and I actually wanted the relationship to slow down a little since it was getting pretty serious but I really enjoyed being with him. Eventually he asked me what I would do if he asked me to marry him. I told him I didn't know. He would just have to ask and then I would decide what I would do.
So on April 15, 1988, he told me that he did want to marry me. My response was an extremely romantic, "Oh, shoot!" The problem was that I was just 19 and I didn't really want to get married that young. I wanted to serve a mission for my church and maybe go to graduate school and do some traveling. It also didn't help that my aunt and uncle were in the middle of getting divorced after 20 years. I definitely wanted to have a successful marriage.
So I spent the summer thinking about it. We weren't together much that summer. I first went on a tour with the BYU Chamber Orchestra for four weeks. We had a few days together when I got back but then I left for Europe to do a German language internship which involved working on a farm in Germany for a couple of months learning lots of German and feeling very homesick. I missed him a lot. We wrote a lot and called only a few times since it was in the days of expensive long-distance phone calls.
At the beginning of July, he went on a tour with Synthesis (BYU's jazz band) to Europe and we met up in The Hague in the Netherlands one weekend--I traveled on the train to get there. It was so fun to be together for that very brief time. Everyone in the band thought we would get engaged that weekend but we didn't.
Finally I came home in August and the fall semester started. We talked and talked and talked some more and finally I decided this was the right thing for me to do. We got engaged on September 14, 1988, and then we got married on April 27, 1989, in the Provo LDS temple. We didn't have enough money to get married sooner and my mother didn't want us to get married in December so we waited. The closer we got to the date, the more calm and sure I felt. The night before we got married, I slept wonderfully well. Scott, on the other hand, couldn't sleep and walked the streets of Provo! Our wedding day was a really happy day for me.
So nine children and ten moves later, here we are very happily married. I won't say it has always been easy (especially the moves and the children part) but I love him more than ever and couldn't ask for a better husband.
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| This was taken at the reception which was at my aunt's house in Provo |
A few weeks later, we both attended a Halloween orchestra party--he played the trombone and I played the violin in the BYU Philharmonic. He wanted to ask out my friend from music theory and set me up with his friend, so he came and sat down next to me. As we talked, I realized how open, genuine, and friendly he is and I became a lot more interested in getting to know him. So after that party, I started sitting closer to his corner of the room, laughing at his jokes and talking to him as much as possible so he would get the message that I was interested in him.
After several weeks of this, he FINALLY asked me out. He later told me it was because the Synthesis director (whom I knew because I used to babysit his kids) had highly recommended me as being a trustworthy person! I find this extremely funny. I guess it's a good thing I was a good babysitter!
For our date, we went to a Faculty Jazz concert and then afterwards we went to the Cougareat. I thoroughly enjoyed the date. He was kind and so easy to talk to. As we sat in the Cougareat, he told me all about the girl that he almost proposed to the year before and as I listened to his story, the thought came into my head, "I could marry this guy!" I had never thought that before about anyone.
For the next few weeks, I went around thinking that I had a secret--that I knew who I was going to marry! Scott obviously didn't have this thought because it took him several weeks to ask me out again. He kept making me mad by telling me that he was on a dating fast--and he had forgotten about the date we went on because he was including that time in his so-called fast!
Eventually he asked me out again--we played music for a nursing home--and the whole time I couldn't stop smiling at him. Shortly after that, he went back to Washington for Christmas. He didn't call me while he was gone. He later told me that when he came back he decided that he wasn't going to ask out anyone he had dated before and just start over with new girls. But that night, he had a crazy dream about me so he called me the next day and the next and the next...
That following semester we saw each other just about every evening and spent a lot of time together. I somehow forgot that I had decided he was the one I was going to marry and I actually wanted the relationship to slow down a little since it was getting pretty serious but I really enjoyed being with him. Eventually he asked me what I would do if he asked me to marry him. I told him I didn't know. He would just have to ask and then I would decide what I would do.
So on April 15, 1988, he told me that he did want to marry me. My response was an extremely romantic, "Oh, shoot!" The problem was that I was just 19 and I didn't really want to get married that young. I wanted to serve a mission for my church and maybe go to graduate school and do some traveling. It also didn't help that my aunt and uncle were in the middle of getting divorced after 20 years. I definitely wanted to have a successful marriage.
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| This was taken in April 1988 about the time Scott first proposed. |
So I spent the summer thinking about it. We weren't together much that summer. I first went on a tour with the BYU Chamber Orchestra for four weeks. We had a few days together when I got back but then I left for Europe to do a German language internship which involved working on a farm in Germany for a couple of months learning lots of German and feeling very homesick. I missed him a lot. We wrote a lot and called only a few times since it was in the days of expensive long-distance phone calls.
At the beginning of July, he went on a tour with Synthesis (BYU's jazz band) to Europe and we met up in The Hague in the Netherlands one weekend--I traveled on the train to get there. It was so fun to be together for that very brief time. Everyone in the band thought we would get engaged that weekend but we didn't.
Finally I came home in August and the fall semester started. We talked and talked and talked some more and finally I decided this was the right thing for me to do. We got engaged on September 14, 1988, and then we got married on April 27, 1989, in the Provo LDS temple. We didn't have enough money to get married sooner and my mother didn't want us to get married in December so we waited. The closer we got to the date, the more calm and sure I felt. The night before we got married, I slept wonderfully well. Scott, on the other hand, couldn't sleep and walked the streets of Provo! Our wedding day was a really happy day for me.
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So nine children and ten moves later, here we are very happily married. I won't say it has always been easy (especially the moves and the children part) but I love him more than ever and couldn't ask for a better husband.
That's a new detail about your early conviction that you would marry him! You two are great examples of a loving and committed marriage
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