Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Three Short Years

Warning: This post contains sappy romantic notions.

Today marks three years of marriage to my darlingest Seth. To celebrate our anniversary, we wanted to share one of our first stories with you.

The first time Seth knew that he wanted to date Heather:

Heather and I had been friends for about a month or so before we started dating. We would do things like watch movies and hang out, but those were never dates. One weekend I went snowboarding with some friends. I am not a very good snowboarder, and I fall often. On that day I fell on my left knee hard, multiple times. By the time I got home, my knee was swollen to the size of a grapefruit. I didn't really care about the pain, but when the knee was still swollen three days later, I decided it was probably time to get it checked out.

Poor Heather had a terrible cold. She was miserable and sneezing constantly. Regardless, she came to the doctor with me so that I didn't have to go alone. We sat in the BYU Health Center waiting room (Where true romance can blossom?) until I was called back for x-rays. It was there in the back room wearing the stupid pink hospital clothes that I started to realize something—there I was with a busted knee getting an x-ray, and I was having fun because Heather was with me. Not only that, but she wanted to be with me even though she was sick. I knew that if I dated Heather, I would always have someone with me to make things better. I asked her out on our first date that weekend.

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