Remember When...

Dear Jarom,

7 years ago today, we became a family.  I love you more today than I ever imagined I could then.

Remember when...

I was 20 minutes late to the temple and when I walked in, your eyes were wide when you saw me.  You were so nervous and thought I changed my mind.  I laugh every time I think about it and remember the combination of nerves and relief on your face.  Sorry about that.

We forgot the key to our apartment and had to go back to the reception and get it.  Walk. Of. Shame.

On our honeymoon, we rented a scooter and got lost on our way to "La Boufadora" and my bum hurt really bad.  La Boufadora was overrated.  

The first meal I made you when we got home from the honeymoon was spaghetti.  It took me 2 hours to make.  We ate by candlelight.

We found our apartment 2 days before the wedding.  The day we moved in, we were talking about how lucky we were to find it and how it was so close to my school and how it was such a good deal.  Then the train drove by.  We looked outside and it was directly outside our window.  And drove by several times a night.  It was loud.  We laughed about that a lot.

We were so poor those first few years.  Our date nights were usually spent at home making smoothies and watching French movies from the BYU library.

You spent a month making the entertainment center for our house.  I sanded and stained it.  It was hard work and ended up being an eyesore.  Too bad we were both embarrassed of it.

You would make fun of the way I opened my mouth when I was putting on my makeup.

Our first fight was about how to mop the floor.

You got stuck on the roof putting up the Christmas lights.  I came home to a fire truck parked outside our house.  I had a heart attack until I realized you had called them for help getting down since the ladder fell.  My parents got you a toy fire truck for Christmas that year.

We were horrible at returning movies.

I helped you decorate your classroom for the first day of school.

We would poke each other and whisper all through church.

But, oh, we loved our Sunbeams.  It was the best calling we ever had.  The boys would climb all over you and I would tell you to be quiet in Sharing Time.  The girls always wanted to sit on by me.

We had lemonade and brownies at least once a day.

You called me "little" and would compare hands and legs.

I would bring you Sunday dinner when you were working as a security guard at the temple.  We would have picnics on the lawn or in the car. 

We went to the "hippie convention" for my birthday.

You helped me with homework.

You would laugh when I cried at movies, commercials and songs.

Your Raider's memorabilia slowly got moved further and further outside and now occupy the garage.

You bought me a little black vanity so I could put on my makeup and do my hair sitting down.

Our closet was overtaken by my vast shoe collection.

You had 3 pairs of shoes.  Church.  School.  Date Night.

We moved into our house.  In two truck loads.

I just thought you'd enjoy a little blast from the past during that first year or two.  Some things have changed but two thing will always remain the same.  You make me laugh.  And.  I love you.  SO much. 


Love,