May 4, 2005
"Hey! It's me, your favorite Anziano Heiss! I finally got your e-mail address..."
This was the day Andrew skirted around the fact that I had written him a few times at the beginning of his mission but that he never wrote me back. And he only wrote to me at the prodding of his mother (she basically threatened to disown him if he didn't). I wrote back. And I wrote back again. And I wrote back again. And then finally (three weeks later) he wrote back again. And then we kept on writing (the world's most ridiculous emails) clear through...
October 12, 2005
"Wow—I'm home and am typing on an American keyboard.... If you want we can meet each other on campus somewhere around 5:30ish and eat something..."
Because "if she says yes, you're in. It's like a secret code girls have." That's a quote from the movie Elf, which, incidentally, we watched on our honeymoon. Anyway, I said yes. He'd just been released around 1:00 that afternoon and I was, in his words, "the first non-missionary, female contact" he'd had in two years, so it was a little awkward. He asked me if I had a scripture marking system. Because he has the best pick up lines.
October 15, 2005
"We're having a picnic at Rock Canyon park...with Ross, Anna, Beryl, Stormie, you, and me..."
In truth, Ross was trying to set Andrew up with his sister Stormie but when Andrew told him he'd rather go with me than with her they cajoled their roommate Beryl into coming along to be Stormie's date. And then Beryl didn't come! So it would have been the most awkward date ever...and probably was for Stormie...but I don't think Ross and Anna or Andrew and I even noticed.
October 18, 2005
"I'm finished dating around..."
The boy went on one date with Stormie. One. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. Six days after coming home from his mission. So I said yes. Because why not? Neither one of us knew how relationships were supposed to work. Relationships don't come with manuals, so that was okay.
October 19, 2005
"Whoa! I was just stretching..."
We went to do baptisms for the dead at the temple and when we were walking back to the car he stretched his arm out in front of me and so I grabbed it. Apparently he was just stretching. How awkward were we?
October 20, 2005
"I think I love you."
To which I gracefully replied, "Uh...thanks."
October 21, 2005
No quote comes to mind for this night. Just know that we had our first kiss. Ever. Both collectively and individually.
October 25, 2005
"Hypothetically speaking...could that ever happen?"
We'd gone to the temple to do baptisms again and there was this Italian Boy there, too. He and Andrew were talking to each other in the changing room and their conversation continued from the lobby and out the front door. I walked along, holding Andrew's hand, and trying to make sense of their conversation, which was happening in Italian. I was in an Italian 101/102 class at the time.
Suddenly Italian Boy said, "Quando ti sposi?"
I dropped Andrew's hand and stopped walking.
"Che cosa?" asked Italian Boy.
Andrew muttered, "Parla italiano..."
Italian Boy, quite embarrassed, ran off into the night, leaving the two of us lingering in the most awkward silence of all awkward silences. Finally Andrew cleared his throat and said, "So...hypothetically speaking...could that ever happen?"
"I think so," I said.
He never did propose properly.
December 16, 2005
"We are now officially 'we.'"
I woke up from my last sleepover with my cousin Heather. We started getting ready for the big day. She helped me with my makeup because I'm hopeless in that arena (she also made my bouquet and took pictures for us). We made some macaroni and cheese for lunch. Halfway through eating it we noticed that it was completely weevily. We shrugged and finished eating anyway.
Then we headed to the Mt. Timpanogos Temple and I got married.
It was naive. It was hasty. It was crazy. It was perfect.
We've got a whole decade of experience under our belts now, four beautiful children, and more education than we can chew. And yet we still seem to be bumbling along in life, but at least we're bumbling along happily.
Ten years down, the rest of eternity to go!
"Hey! It's me, your favorite Anziano Heiss! I finally got your e-mail address..."
This was the day Andrew skirted around the fact that I had written him a few times at the beginning of his mission but that he never wrote me back. And he only wrote to me at the prodding of his mother (she basically threatened to disown him if he didn't). I wrote back. And I wrote back again. And I wrote back again. And then finally (three weeks later) he wrote back again. And then we kept on writing (the world's most ridiculous emails) clear through...
October 12, 2005
"Wow—I'm home and am typing on an American keyboard.... If you want we can meet each other on campus somewhere around 5:30ish and eat something..."
Because "if she says yes, you're in. It's like a secret code girls have." That's a quote from the movie Elf, which, incidentally, we watched on our honeymoon. Anyway, I said yes. He'd just been released around 1:00 that afternoon and I was, in his words, "the first non-missionary, female contact" he'd had in two years, so it was a little awkward. He asked me if I had a scripture marking system. Because he has the best pick up lines.
October 15, 2005
"We're having a picnic at Rock Canyon park...with Ross, Anna, Beryl, Stormie, you, and me..."
In truth, Ross was trying to set Andrew up with his sister Stormie but when Andrew told him he'd rather go with me than with her they cajoled their roommate Beryl into coming along to be Stormie's date. And then Beryl didn't come! So it would have been the most awkward date ever...and probably was for Stormie...but I don't think Ross and Anna or Andrew and I even noticed.
October 18, 2005
"I'm finished dating around..."
The boy went on one date with Stormie. One. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. Six days after coming home from his mission. So I said yes. Because why not? Neither one of us knew how relationships were supposed to work. Relationships don't come with manuals, so that was okay.
October 19, 2005
"Whoa! I was just stretching..."
We went to do baptisms for the dead at the temple and when we were walking back to the car he stretched his arm out in front of me and so I grabbed it. Apparently he was just stretching. How awkward were we?
October 20, 2005
"I think I love you."
To which I gracefully replied, "Uh...thanks."
October 21, 2005
No quote comes to mind for this night. Just know that we had our first kiss. Ever. Both collectively and individually.
October 25, 2005
"Hypothetically speaking...could that ever happen?"
We'd gone to the temple to do baptisms again and there was this Italian Boy there, too. He and Andrew were talking to each other in the changing room and their conversation continued from the lobby and out the front door. I walked along, holding Andrew's hand, and trying to make sense of their conversation, which was happening in Italian. I was in an Italian 101/102 class at the time.
Suddenly Italian Boy said, "Quando ti sposi?"
I dropped Andrew's hand and stopped walking.
"Che cosa?" asked Italian Boy.
Andrew muttered, "Parla italiano..."
Italian Boy, quite embarrassed, ran off into the night, leaving the two of us lingering in the most awkward silence of all awkward silences. Finally Andrew cleared his throat and said, "So...hypothetically speaking...could that ever happen?"
"I think so," I said.
He never did propose properly.
December 16, 2005
"We are now officially 'we.'"
I woke up from my last sleepover with my cousin Heather. We started getting ready for the big day. She helped me with my makeup because I'm hopeless in that arena (she also made my bouquet and took pictures for us). We made some macaroni and cheese for lunch. Halfway through eating it we noticed that it was completely weevily. We shrugged and finished eating anyway.
Then we headed to the Mt. Timpanogos Temple and I got married.
It was naive. It was hasty. It was crazy. It was perfect.
We've got a whole decade of experience under our belts now, four beautiful children, and more education than we can chew. And yet we still seem to be bumbling along in life, but at least we're bumbling along happily.
Ten years down, the rest of eternity to go!
Love this and the two of you!
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ReplyDeleteMy proposal Saturday evening, "I would ask you to marry me but I don't want to disappoint a woman again." Her answer, "Disappointment is a part of life." Married Monday morning as soon as the clerk's office opened. Like you say: hasty, crazy, perfect.
ReplyDeleteI did not know this, big brother! Good to know.
DeleteI didn't either! But I love knowing it. I might be biased, but I find spontaneous, simple proposals (like yours) much more romantic than the elaborate schemes I sometimes see carried out.
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