Today is our 8 year anniversary. We were married on March 30, 2001 in the Logan, Utah temple. 
Brian and I grew up in the same neighborhood in Smithfield, Utah. His parents moved from the farm in Preston, Idaho into the house around the corner from my childhood home when he was 14. Before his mission, our only conversation was a note I passed to him in church asking when he was going to take me snowmobiling. His reply: The very day your dad lets me. He left on a mission and I was dating a guy who was getting ready to leave on a mission. I had big plans to wait for this missionary and get married soon after his return. (Note that I was a sophomore in high school at this time. Good grief, I was young!) Before the missionary came home I started thinking that I had better get some dates in before he returned. After all, it was my senior year of high school. (Good grief again!) Brian started to catch my eye at church and I put on the charms and sent out the vibes to get him to notice me. One morning, while driving to early-morning Seminary, I passed Brian coming home from the night shift. A very persistent feeling told me to stop and talk to him. Ignoring the feeling I went about my day, but continued to feel that persistent idea. I finally thought, "Heavenly Father, if that's you and you wanted me to stop, then just recreate the situation and I'll stop next time." Within a day or two I drove past his house just as he was getting home from work. This time I stopped, chatted with him, and casually mentioned that we should go to a movie sometime. We ended up going to God's Army and making homemade ice cream. The next date, of course, was at the farm. After 2 weeks of dating he put me on a tractor to see if I could handle it. Having driven a '74 Dodge Powerwagon through high school, the tractor was no problem. That sealed the deal for Brian and he knew I was the one. A few weeks later the missionary came home. Brian let me have my space to figure things out (while slipping flowers and cards in here and there). Long story short, the missionary couldn't compete with Brian. We were inseparable the summer after graduation until I left for BYU-Hawaii. Brian took sleeping pills and slept for 3 days after I left. We ran up a $1,000 phone bill calling across the ocean, much to my parents' horror. Brian flew out to visit during Thanksgiving vacation. We hiked up to Laie Falls and there he asked me to marry him. I came home after one semester and began planning a wedding.
Brian and I grew up in the same neighborhood in Smithfield, Utah. His parents moved from the farm in Preston, Idaho into the house around the corner from my childhood home when he was 14. Before his mission, our only conversation was a note I passed to him in church asking when he was going to take me snowmobiling. His reply: The very day your dad lets me. He left on a mission and I was dating a guy who was getting ready to leave on a mission. I had big plans to wait for this missionary and get married soon after his return. (Note that I was a sophomore in high school at this time. Good grief, I was young!) Before the missionary came home I started thinking that I had better get some dates in before he returned. After all, it was my senior year of high school. (Good grief again!) Brian started to catch my eye at church and I put on the charms and sent out the vibes to get him to notice me. One morning, while driving to early-morning Seminary, I passed Brian coming home from the night shift. A very persistent feeling told me to stop and talk to him. Ignoring the feeling I went about my day, but continued to feel that persistent idea. I finally thought, "Heavenly Father, if that's you and you wanted me to stop, then just recreate the situation and I'll stop next time." Within a day or two I drove past his house just as he was getting home from work. This time I stopped, chatted with him, and casually mentioned that we should go to a movie sometime. We ended up going to God's Army and making homemade ice cream. The next date, of course, was at the farm. After 2 weeks of dating he put me on a tractor to see if I could handle it. Having driven a '74 Dodge Powerwagon through high school, the tractor was no problem. That sealed the deal for Brian and he knew I was the one. A few weeks later the missionary came home. Brian let me have my space to figure things out (while slipping flowers and cards in here and there). Long story short, the missionary couldn't compete with Brian. We were inseparable the summer after graduation until I left for BYU-Hawaii. Brian took sleeping pills and slept for 3 days after I left. We ran up a $1,000 phone bill calling across the ocean, much to my parents' horror. Brian flew out to visit during Thanksgiving vacation. We hiked up to Laie Falls and there he asked me to marry him. I came home after one semester and began planning a wedding.
Eight years later we've moved 11 times between 4 states (Utah, Idaho, Virginia, Louisiana) chasing his career as a helicopter pilot. We have a beautiful 6 year-old daughter, and a very sweet kitty. 
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