Steve and I are celebrating seven years of marriage this Sunday...
Seven wonderful, action-packed years!
Here we are on our wedding day, sitting on the very bench where he proposed to me, outside of the Washington, DC Temple. I like to say that Heavenly Father had to move heaven and earth to get the two of us together, and that isn't too far from the truth.
Steve and I were both in the same singles ward in 2003 - The Langley Ward. I had recently moved to DC and was still untangling myself from emotions left over from a previous relationship when I first met Steve. I remember sitting in my car, listening to some music, before getting up the nerve to enter a bowling alley where our ward was having FHE that evening. I was mulling over the huge waste of time the last two years of my life had been...dating someone who I neither liked, nor wanted to be married to. But now I was in a different place, back in DC among many of the friends I had loved so much the first time I lived there a few years earlier. As I gave myself a little pep talk to get ready to "mingle" with the singles, the thought entered my mind, "Who knows? I could meet my future husband tonight." Then I gave myself a mental lashing for even thinking something so ridiculous and cliche and I joined the party. Later that evening, I did in fact meet Steve.
He didn't make a huge impression on me that night, because I observed him laughing at jokes made by a girl who openly admitted to having had a boob job. Sorry Steve, but I'm just being real here. He was just another guy to me, one of a thousand or so who ran in the LDS singles scene in DC.
That is why when we ended up on a date together one evening a few months later, I didn't even remember him by name. "Steve Christensen," my date Clark told me, "You know him!" I insisted that I did not know a Steve Christensen. Clark was my home teacher. He liked me. He was an extremely nice guy, very righteous, very stalwart. I wasn't interested in him, but I went out with him anyway when he asked. I didn't have a reason to say no, really. We went on a double-date: Clark and I were joined by Clark's good buddy Steve and Steve's girlfriend.
When I got in the car that evening, Steve and his girlfriend were in the back seat. It was dark, so I still could not see who this Steve person was who I supposedly knew. And then he spoke. At this point, I still couldn't see his face, but his voice was like some magic combination of chords that made my heart and mind feel alive! It wasn't necessarily a love reverberation, but it was something--some kind of connection. It was like he spoke on a frequency that no one in the world had ever spoken to me on before! I didn't even know what his face looked like, but his voice made me hungry to hear more. Every word that he spoke was so intelligent and insightful. He was funny without being silly, personable, but genuine. More than anything, I wanted him to say more...
When we got out of the car, I realized that I truly had met Steve before, but this time, I had gotten to know him better. He was a nice guy...an interesting person...with a great voice...and a "steady" girlfriend. Lucky them, I thought.
Months passed, and Steve and I were thrown together again, this time because of our church callings. Brother Haraguchi was the counselor in the bishopric who called us both to serve as co-chairs of the activities committee. Every month we planned activities for about 400 singles in our ward. It was a lot of fun. By this time, Steve had broken up with his girlfriend, but I figured Steve wasn't interested in me, because he never flirted with me during our many late-night (because of my work schedule) meetings, so in my mind we were never going to be more than friends.
|Just Friends - At "Mulligan Madness" a mini-golf event we planned for the singles ward.|
I was working for CNN at this point, and I got off work at 11pm. So I would go out most weekends to parties as soon as I got off work. I enjoyed meeting lots of guys and hanging out with my girlfriends and co-workers. I had pretty much resigned myself to a life of dating around, working, and enjoying all that DC had to offer...at least for the time being.
Then Memorial Day Weekend rolled around: Singles in DC traditionally go to Duck Beach over Memorial Day Weekend, rent houses, and hang out at the beach. I had decided that I would go to Duck Beach that Memorial weekend with the singles too...and then Steve asked me out. I had to weigh the choice: go to Duck Beach and hang out with 700 singles or go out with Steve, my co-chair on the activities committee. Hmmmm. (What would you choose?) Up until this point, I thought he was not interested in me (although he had asked me out once before...I was out of town that time too.) I waffled between the two options, and Steve, in an attempt to mask his eagerness said, "Well, if you do end up staying in town, we'll have to hang out."
I worked an earlier shift that day, because I planned on hopping in my car around 3pm and driving down to join the party at Duck Beach. Although, admittedly, I was still waffling.
Around noon that day, my roommate Cindi called me at work. She asked if I was sitting down. (I thought she was going to tell me that my grandpa had died, her tone was so grave!) She told me that a tree had fallen on my car...the very car I was going to drive to Duck Beach.
When I walked home from the Metro that day, this is what I saw outside of my apartment:
|My car is underneath all of those leaves...|
And three kids and two moves later, I want him now more than ever.
So thankful to the Lord for bringing us together.
So thankful for the institution of marriage.
So thankful for the beautiful children that we have made together.
So grateful for the life we have ahead of us.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, STEVE!
I love you!