Today was our 27th wedding anniversary. It is a little weird for me because my parents had been married 27 years when my mom died. I can't imagine thinking this is it for this life. She did live 4 months and 20 days after her anniversary, still..... breaks my heart. Mike and I went all out for our anniversary this year. We went to Chick-Fil-A by ourselves! We brought home food for the kids. Jorja kept telling us to do something bigger, but I just don't want to be gone when she is still here. We are soaking up all the time we have with her, pretty soon we won't have that opportunity. Mike and I still had a great time. We aren't fancy.
Thursday, September 8, 2022
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
26 Years
Mike and I have now been married 26 wonderful years. He is the best. I hit the jackpot. He has given me such an amazing life. I sure have been lucky! Mike wanted to go to this Brazilian place for lunch. Preston also has wanted to go there for a long time. Preston called from school and asked if I could check him out. He was sick. I picked him up and he went straight downstairs and slept for a few hours. Maysen was here while we went to lunch. It was nice knowing that she could take care of him if he woke up earlier than I expected him to. He didn't though. Lunch was delicious. We even splurged and got a fancy drink. To share. It was really good.
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Twenty Five Years
Mike and I were married 25 years ago. That seems crazy! I have been so lucky. Mike is the absolute best. I can not imagine my life without him. I am so lucky that he makes decisions quick! We were engaged shortly after he came home. Well, he kind of asked me to marry him the day after he came home. Not really, he wanted to know the answer before he officially asked the question. I took a week to answer him. I wanted to make sure I wasn't marrying him just because I wasn't married when he came home. I know that is crazy. Mike was my dream. Still, I wanted to make sure I did the right thing. The first time I ever saw Mike was in seminary class. The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves by saying our name and one interesting thing about us. I don't know what I said, but I remember Mike at the front of the class saying his name was Mike and he had three bowls of Fruity Pebbles for breakfast. As soon as he said that I heard words in my head that said, "That's who you are going to marry." WHAT? I kind of laughed to myself. The girl next to me asked what was so funny. I told her nothing. I was shocked. First of all, I was 15 and had never once thought about marriage. I wasn't interested in dating or anything like that. Second of all, I was extremely shy. It was obvious Mike was the kind of person I wouldn't even talk to. It was obvious he was popular and way out of my league. Third of all, like I said, I was FIFTEEN! Anyway, the next class was history and Mike was in that class. We had a seating chart and he was seated next to me. I couldn't believe it. He spent the next few months constantly trying to get my attention. I would ignore him. Mike likes to joke that he spent forever trying to get me to talk to him and once I did he could never get me to stop! Anyway, we became close friends for the next two years. We started dating our senior year. Then were married exactly three months from when he came home from his mission. I know that seems crazy, but we had known each other for six years by this point. Also, it turned out that the day we picked was the only time my mom would have been able to come to my wedding. I went to the temple for the first time the week before I was married. We came home to find a message on the answering machine that my mom's cancer was back and she needed to start radiation right away. This was a Saturday. I was getting married the next Friday. My mom waited a week so she could be at my wedding. I feel this was a tender mercy. We prayed and prayed and prayed for my mom to get better. That was not Heavenly Fathers plan, but he set it up so she could see one of her kids get married. Her only daughter. I know that was important to her and I am extremely grateful I was able to have her there. She was too sick to help my plan the wedding. She was quarantined after her bone marrow transplant for months. I remember begging the invitation printers to let me bring their book of invitations home so I could show my mom the one I wanted. They were nervous about it, but let me do it anyway. My mom died nine months after we were married. Wow. Didn't mean to go down that rabbit hole. So, in summary... Mike is the best and cancer is the worst. Hahaha Here are a few pictures from our wedding.
Mike & Stephanie
