(other than the initial gasps in my head saying, "Wow. I used to fit into that dress," I think it's kind of cute, eh?)On October 9, 1999, I went on my first date at BYU.....with a blond kid from Tennessee who claimed that I was his "first choice" for homecoming. (That part is still up for debate.....wouldn't you agree, Brianne?). I didn't know him well at all--I wasn't in his Freshman Academy group (heck, I wasn't in Freshman Academy at all), we didn't have any common classes, and we never really ran into each other during the day..... He did, however, live in a neighboring dorm and we did go to church together every Sunday and we did tend to pal around with the same group of people on the weekends.
He was safe, he was funny, he was a great overall choice for homecoming.
We were going on a train--as in, I would have to dance on a train--but it sounded fun, right? No matter how silly I looked? Right? (Please nod in agreement for the sake of my self esteem.)
Thank you.
And really, looking back, it was the perfect date. (Especially when I look back at a lot of mediocre-or-worse dates I endured at BYU before Joe and I started dating in 2002....I realize now that BYU men everywhere should have been a fly on the wall of that train that night. Or at the 7-11 in Heber when we got slurpees. Or in the car when it broke down on the way to Squaw Peak {scandalous...}).
And to think that I married that blond kid from Tennessee is the best part, I'd say. But I'm biased. Because I look at those pictures from that night and realize how lucky I got.
'Cause, lest you haven't paid attention during my years of blogging, I married myself a CATCH-of-a-man, I did.
(And today, as a present to you, Joseph, I officially forgive you for making me take that special library tour.)
He was safe, he was funny, he was a great overall choice for homecoming.
We were going on a train--as in, I would have to dance on a train--but it sounded fun, right? No matter how silly I looked? Right? (Please nod in agreement for the sake of my self esteem.)
Thank you.
And really, looking back, it was the perfect date. (Especially when I look back at a lot of mediocre-or-worse dates I endured at BYU before Joe and I started dating in 2002....I realize now that BYU men everywhere should have been a fly on the wall of that train that night. Or at the 7-11 in Heber when we got slurpees. Or in the car when it broke down on the way to Squaw Peak {scandalous...}).
And to think that I married that blond kid from Tennessee is the best part, I'd say. But I'm biased. Because I look at those pictures from that night and realize how lucky I got.
'Cause, lest you haven't paid attention during my years of blogging, I married myself a CATCH-of-a-man, I did.
(And today, as a present to you, Joseph, I officially forgive you for making me take that special library tour.)
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love that picture. :) :)
It's really crazy to think that we both moved into the corner bedroom in Carroll Hall without any idea that we would be meeting our husbands that very semester. Awww. I love it. :)
HAPPY DATE ANNIVERSARY!!!
Of course you were his first choice... I wasn't his future wife! :-)
ReplyDeleteSweetness. I think it's cool you met the same year that I met my future husband as well!
ReplyDeleteIt is pretty much a testiment to TIME FLYING that this picture was 10 years ago. I can't believe it. I remember thinking what a cute girl Joe took on that train!
ReplyDeleteI read the above post before this one and before I even scrolled down, I thought, "Jen looks the same as she did back in 1999."
ReplyDeleteYou do! You look great. Both of you, but mostly Jen.
I totally went to one of the dances on the Heber Creeper!
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