A Half Dozen Years.

Okay boys and girls, I am going to tell you a little story. Get comfy now....what? You don't want to hear a story? Yeah, I don't really care, and am going to tell you anyways.  This is the story of.....  'How I met.....the Spaz that I married'

     Once upon a time, there was a young girl. (and when I say "young" I mean that I WAS of legal age, but only just barely....Seriously, I was 18 and three months....)

 
  

      This young girl was just embarking on the world of adulthood....at her local LDSSA Institute. She was a hesitant girl, but starting to come into her own. Intimidated by most social relationships due to bad experiences during her adolescence, and a handful of mean people who took particular pleasure in making her feel worthless, she was starting to finally feel like she had friends who actually cared about her. 

 One day, at the beginning of the spring semester, the young girl decided to make a stop at the institute with her aunt. The girls aunt had a father, who was a little obsessed with those puzzles that have a billion tiny pieces, and when he finished with one, he never touched it again. The aunt asked if the girl knew what she could do with the mountain of puzzles he had already finished with. Being a thoughtful person, the girl suggested that they take the puzzles to the institute for her friends to enjoy in between classes (as she knew they already killed time putting puzzles together in between classes anyway)

  They loaded the puzzles into the backseat and trunk of the aunts car  (did I mention there were ALOT of puzzles?) and brought them to the institute. Upon arrival the girl and her aunt loaded their arms with the boxes and proceeded to carry them into the building, and attempt to not drop them all over the floor. As she entered the main room of the institute building with her second load of puzzles, a new guy, who was himself, perched over a puzzle-in-progress, looked up incredulous and exclaimed, "What?!?! Not MORE!!"

The girl (having recently developed a tad bit of confidence in herself, and feeling that HE was being rather bold, as she had been a part of this institute longer than he, and therefore felt this was HER turf...) exclaimed, "Yes, MORE!!! Deal with it, as I go get the rest!" 

   And those were the very romantic and heartwarming first words my future husband and I ever spoke to one another. 

Eight months later, we were engaged

Eleven months after that, we were married

Another 6 years after that, we are still saying ridiculous things to one another, making fun of stupid movies, and being VERY snide and judgemental about people in restaurants.

  I must say, its been a great half dozen years!