It was almost exactly a year ago today. I had just met Tyson a few months back and already liked him a little too much...he had just quit his job because he was planning on moving to Logan in the next couple weeks for school and karter invited him to work at a fair with him for a couple days to make some extra money. The fair was up in Tacoma (so only a few hours away from Vancouver) and I'm pretty sure it was only 3 days. Well...3 days too long for me.
My best friend Melanie was dating karter and we decided to drive up to Tacoma the first night and surprise them at the fair. We planned it so we would get there at the end of the night and then they would be able to leave with us.
We got to the fair and had to sneak in the back because we were not going to pay 10 dollars to get in when the fair was closing in 10 minutes..
We found them and Tyson was working at a baseball booth..they hadn't seen us yet but I looked at him and that was the moment I KNEW I wanted to marry him. We hadn't seriously talked about marriage yet, just joking around mostly about our perfect future we would have together and all the fun things we would do. I hadn't had that strong of a feeling before about him and to KNOW we were supposed to get married. I can't explain the feeling when I saw him that night but I'm sure other married couples can relate to me when they knew they were going to marry their husband/wife. It's pretty crazy.
So later that night the four of us went to Denny's for something to eat, I think because that was the only thing open. Before we went in Tyson and I were sitting out in the parking lot talking. I can't remember how the conversation let up to this but he told me that the last time he had gone to the temple he had seen us there together :) I can't remember how I reacted but I'm pretty sure I was freaking out (in my head of course) because of what I had felt earlier that night and then he tells me that! We had only known eachother a couple months! We couldn't already know we wanted to be married? Right....? Wrong. We were right.
Later that night we all sat in a scary parking lot close to the ghetto motel they were staying at, talking and laughing.
Tyson and I went outside with some blankets and sat on the sidewalk and talked some more. It was there when he asked me "Would it be bad if I told you I loved you?" It was perfect. Everything was perfect. I didn't care that we were in the middle of the ghetto with drug deals going on around us, or gun shots that I swear I heard to this day. Or that it was 3 in the morning and he could have been so tired he didn't know what he was saying. It was still perfect.
I'm so thankful that we are married now and have been for almost 9 wonderful months. Im amazed how much we have learned from eachother and how much we have grown. I'm so happy that I still get just as excited to see him each night after a long day of work. I don't know if this is how marriage feels forever, but I'm going to do my best each day to make sure it does. :)
