Today Barry and I celebrate our wedding anniversary. Nineteen years ago today we were sealed in the Atlanta, Georgia temple. We had a bit of a whirlwind romance, and a lot thought we were nuts for rushing in, but it's one of the best decisions I made in my life, and I would do it all again.
For those who do not know our story...
Barry and I have known each of other since we were in our teens, but we really didn't get to know each other very well until we were in YSA. We first met at a youth dance. I very simply asked him to dance (during a fast-dance), to which he replied, "I don't fast dance. Come back and ask me on a slow song." I thought he was cute enough to ask again, so I did! I don't know that we ever dance again that night, or if we even dance ever again at a youth dance... he graduated from high school not too long after that, so he stopped coming to the youth dances. He left for his mission about the same time that I left for college; in fact, he was at the MTC when I started BYU.
Fast forward two years...
I am home from BYU and working when he gets off his mission. He starts showing up at YSA activities, but I am already dating someone else. He starts dating my best friend. The guy I am dating is a recent convert to the church, and decides that he wants to go on a mission, so we break up in order for him to focus on preparing for his mission. Barry and my bf then go "splits-ville". Meanwhile, I am thinking about going on a mission. When our mutual friend suggests to Barry that he take me out, he doesn't want to interfere with my plans, but after some prodding from her, he finally asks. I am so glad he did! We got engaged on our 3rd date. Ok... to be fair, our 2nd "date" was to the temple, and that is when I knew that I would marry him. I seriously would have married him that day. I knew that I had found my eternal mission companion, and I could see us going on a mission together one day.
We got married 2 months later.
I love you, Barry! You are my best friend, and I'm so thankful that you are my hubby and the father of my children. While no one makes me as mad as you do at times, no one else can make me laugh like you, either. You are my hand to hold, my shoulder to cry on, and my biggest supporter as well. Thanks for making these past 19 years fly by, and for the beautiful 4 children that you have given to me, too. Thanks for all the ups and downs... we have learned and grown through them all.
And here is to the next 19 years... and beyond!