11 Years

Randy and I were married 11 years ago today. To celebrate we took the kids to the temple and walked around a bit. (I know. Sounds totally lame, but when you've got a two-year-old with a craptastic heart who has extreme separation anxiety and tends to pass out when she cries really hard, finding a babysitter is kinda hard. You learn to work with what you've got.) It was actually a lot of fun walking around, taking pictures with the kids in the same spots Randy and I were photographed an hour after tying the knot. Some pictures from our trip are at the end of this post.

I have to say, the best part was walking into the Visitor Center. How can you not feel the spirit when you walk into that place? I don't think Maren's ever been. We walked through the front door and of course, the Christus is bam, right there. Maren put her hands out in front of her and made a beeline for it. She just looked up and smiled and cooed at it for a minute. So sweet.

So, back to our anniversary, I laid in bed this morning thinking back on how we met. I won't go into the details, (I know I've written them down before) but one story came to mind that made me laugh out loud. I'm afraid if I don't write it down I'll forget.

One night Randy came over to pick me up to go over this his place. We ran into each other on campus and he asked if I'd come over to watch a movie and have pizza. (We'd probably been out on a few dates by then.) As we were leaving my apartment, my roommate handed me a couple of cookies. 30 seconds or so later, I told Randy I wasn't in the mood for cookies, but took them because I didn't want to be rude. After a few seconds, Randy held his hand out with a grin on his face. I totally thought he wanted to hold my hand, so I reached out and grabbed his hand. Randy chuckled and said, "I wanted the cookies, but I'll take a hand!" That was the first time we held hands.

When we got to Randy's apartment, (across the parking lot at Aspen Village) there was nobody else there. I found out later that Randy kicked all of his roommates out for the night. (Smooth, Randy.) We sat, ate pizza, and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. At the end of the movie, I found out why Randy had me over. It was D.T.R. time. To be honest, I don't remember what we said, (I have it written down somewhere and now I want to go find it) but I do remember making it clear that I was into going slow. So after our conversation, Randy leaned in to kiss me on the cheek at the same time I went to kiss him on the lips. (It was like the opposite of being cheeked.) A mildly panicked Randy apologized, and nervously explained he was going for my cheek. I laughed and kissed him again. That was our first kiss.

I love you, Randy!