Now a little about us.
Now back to our story. Mr. Sam and I met in our singles ward at BYU in Happy Valley last summer at a Harry Potter party (only the magic didn't begin there). It actually began when we were both called to be co-chairs of the Day of Service committee by our bishop who shortly after was released and being lost in the shuffle we were never sustained, set apart, or given an assignment; therefore - we never met up or did our duty. While we may be sinners for not fulfilling our calling our gracious Heavenly Father still found it in himself to get us together (in all reality we had no choice in the matter).
In the weeks following our oh-so-romantic meeting that went as so:
"oh hey, yeah you're my co-chair"
"oh yeah, hey we should talk and do that activity."
(I know - we are chick-flick material.)
Mr. Sam and his chipper roommate were made my home teachers (for those of you who are not member of the LDS community, home teachers are assigned families or individuals to look out for and take care of, their job is to make sure that your temporal, spiritual, emotional welfare is taken care of. Being away at college I especially grew to love the support of home teachers because sometime you just need a big brother or fatherly influence in your life for hugs or to talk to or to give you unbiased advice and opinions. But more than that they teach you valuable lessons that you may not realize you needed). I digress.
Let's review shall we? First, Mr. Sam and I were called to be co-chairs and failed to even talk to each other let alone fall in love. Secondly, he became my home teacher to care for and love - this time IT WORKED! We became friends. Granted we weren't best friends, we didn't hang out every day and text each other random jokes we heard or really have much interest in doing so, but this was a step. A very important step.
For those of you who have been in a singles ward or are members of the LDS faith you will understand what I mean when I say I married my brother - thaaaat's right folks! As fall semester approached we were placed in the same Family Home Evening group. I know; it's a good thing he's so cute or I may have been annoyed to be thrown together so much.
Luckily all of these encounters gave me an opportunity to get to know Mr. Sam and the sweet spirit that he is so a few weeks later when my life felt like it was going to explode from the differing problems with roommates and boys being dumb I had a place I felt safe to go for a smile, a hug, and especially a laugh (his apartment is FUNNY). Later that night I received a text that changed my life, "You are special and deserve to be treated that way."
From that point forward I thought he was SOO cute and SOO sweet! So using my womanly wiles and the mad skills with which I am endowed I had his apartment (I didn't want to be obvious - but if you read my text messages, I WAS) over for dinner, I made them muffins, cookies, brownies, and basically every other baked good you can imagine.
After a long pursuit, which ended with me looking for a way to procrastinate (ignore) my reading assignment for the next day we went for a walk in the rain during which we held hands for the first time. The next day we went on our first date to the Creamery on 9th and got ice cream.
Again, listen to Pres. Uchtdorf's license plate - The day after our first date (Oct 5th, 2011) we defined the relationship and began dating. I know, that was fast, but after a month of baking I felt entitled to ask the question, "what are we?" Thankfully he liked me as much as I like him. And things snowballed from there.
Nearly 4 months later, Mr. Sam made a proposal and 3 months later we were married on April 28th, 2012.
Being newly married is wonderful but it also means that basically everything in our lives as a couple is a work in progress from unpacking to organizing to cleaning the apartment to learning how to sleep with someone else in the bed or remembering to do our scripture study at night or learning how to work around two different work schedules with one car. We're working on it.
We're also working on ourselves, trying to be the best that we can be and sometimes just trying to get by, we individually are all works of progress and we're getting better inch by pinch.
Feel free to take the journey with us,
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door. You step into the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to."
Book 1, Chapter 3, Lord of the Rings