Today is the 17th anniversary of my first date with my husband, Scott. We have known each other for half of our lives! I want to take a few minutes to reminisce about falling in love with him. I figure that it is always good to strengthen a relationship by remembering what brought you together in the first place.
My junior year of high school, my best friend had a crush on a guy that was in concert choir with us. (The choir had over 100 students, so I didn’t know everyone well.) He would walk with us from our history classes (she and he were in the same class, I in an adjacent classroom) to our lockers. I always felt like a 3rd wheel as they conversed down the hallway.
Then, she and I made the madrigal choir for the following year, and she was ecstatic to see that Scott made it too.
The next fall in our madrigal class, we had two different seating arrangements: sections and mixed. We were seated according to height and would stand in the same positions for performances. Well, it just so happened that Scott and I ended up sitting next to each other in mixed position. We began to get to know each other, and I especially enjoyed his sense of humor. He had a gorgeous voice and was a talented pianist too. I felt a “crush” coming on, but kept it to myself because I knew my best friend still liked him.
Then one day, she said “I don’t think I am going to ask Scott to the dance, I think I will ask _____ instead.” I looked at her, got up my courage, and then said timidly, “Do you mind if I ask Scott?” She was excited! “That’s a great idea! I will help you!” For some reason, asking someone to a dance is a big ordeal, something that requires creativity and careful planning. We cut a pumpkin open and put in pieces of a puzzle (wrapped in plastic) with a message and invitation to the dance on the back of the puzzle. A few days later, my doorbell rang in the late evening. On my doorstep was a hot pumpkin pie. My mom and I sliced the pie and removed a piece. Under the crust was a piece of cardstock with the word “YES.” Wow, not only did Scott have a beautiful bass voice and a great sense of humor, but he could cook too!
Well, we hit it off at the dance. It was so comfortable and fun, and romantic. Thus began our dating. My best friend was jealous! (We worked it out, though.) I now had another best friend. Scott and I went to every school dance together after that. We spent every moment we could together at school. He transferred into my seminary class, so we had two choir classes, seminary, and AP English together. We ate lunch together, and spent time by my car after school talking, and then more time later on the phone. Everyone thought we were so cute together, started making predictions about our future, etc. It was 5 months before he kissed me, which drove me crazy! I always thought it was because we were both so shy. Now I know there was more to it than that. :)
The following year, I went away to college while he stayed home and worked and prepared for a mission. For our first anniversary (from our first date), he gave me a stuffed teddy bear that I cuddled with every night from then on until we got married (nearly 3 years). It is pretty worn out. I named the bear “Tin Silicide” because November 1st was also the beginning of “National Chemistry Week” (or so said a small wallet-sized periodic table that I got in my chemistry class at the time.) I thought Scott and I had great “chemistry”, and the symbol for tin is Scott’s initials, and for Silicon my initials. Kind of corny, I know. I was so pathetic.
Writing this blog post makes me grin. Good times.
Happy Anniversary, Scott! I love you!
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