1 year ago.

Recently I have been thinking about 1 year ago. This weekend was 1 year ago I first saw 'Junk'.

I remember what he wore, he remembers what I wore.

I got to church and took my place four rows from the back. Thats just how it goes in the Snowflake Singles Branch. As my friends filed in I was pushed to the middle of the bench. Just as church was starting I notice I was sitting by a new guy. I think that Levi Butler might have introduced us but I didn't saying anything else to him. (I know terrible welcoming skills.) After a few testimonies were born, I got up and bore my testimony about families, and how I had felt it important to be the person you always want to be. The day before I had attended Tink Johnsons funeral. Just before testimony meeting closed that new guy marched up to the pulpit and bore a beautiful testimony as any newly returned missionary would. I remember listening intently to him. And still I didn't saying anything to him that whole hour and 15 minutes we sat next to each other. During sunday school the newbies were welcomed, and had to stand and introduce themselves. My future husband who was sitting a few seats to the right and one row back stood up and said My name is Junk. Everyone laughed.

That was it. I didn't even speak to the cute blond in a blue and white paisley tie.

He says that he knew that day he was going to marry me. I always thought that was such a sweet , yet fake saying to express complete infatuation at first sight. I believe it now.

Today I also noticed that one year to the date of us getting married I decided to move home from the valley, ironic?