I met my husband JP, in high school. Besides a few "I am bored want ot go do something" dates, we did not date. We did spend a lot of time together singing in the choir and hanging out with a specific group of guys. He was one of my best friends. Shortly before our graduation I had a 'a-ha moment" when I realized that he was the boy for me. However I realized that if I shared this "a-ha moment" he would go running. So I played it cool...kind of (but that is a different story).
Besides he was moving to Atlanta, GA. with his family and had a mission to serve. He was called to the Sacramento Spanish speaking mission and later split into the Roseville Mission. We wrote faithfully. He said he liked my letters because I was always interested in the work he was doing. Half way through his mission I got engaged. I knew from day one that it wasn't right, he was a great guy, but something was just wrong. I felt confused and trapped. I received my Patriartichal Blessing shortly after that and it said "the Lord desires you serve a mission." Engagement off, mission on. Which was fine with me, I always wanted to go. I am a fourth generation Sister Missionary. All the missionary stories in my home came from Sisters.
JP came home two weeks before I left for the Columbus, Ohio Mission. We talked about marriage, I worried that he would not wait. But I knew that I had to serve, and I am so grateful I did. I learned so much there that I could not have learned anywhere else. JP did not wait...at least not faithfully. My letters dropped off in the fall and for Christmas I received the news, with a twist. He had gotten engaged, to a nice girl, but the wrong girl. The girl for him was serving a mission.
He moved back to Salt Lake the following October, I came home in November, and we were married in April. I am so glad to be married to him! But I am even more grateful we have our mission experiences to shar
Recent Comments