A blogging friend at Quiet Like Horses recently blogged about The Moment You Knew. The Moment you knew that your significant other was the one for you. For her it, it was when he helped her cook her favorite meal of pad kee mao. If I went off of cooking skills, I would still be looking for "the one". KT's kitchen creations are limited to macaroni and cheese and frozen pizza. I don't eat either of those. Don't get me wrong, he can whip up a mean breakfast. He is quite the chef in that capacity, but that wouldn't have snagged me either. I don't cook breakfast...the extent of my breakfast cooking are poptarts, cereal and smoothies. My kids are so blessed, but I digress...
When did I know KT was the one? I'd have to say when he asked me to marry him and gave me the ring. It was more than just words, but action. When he looked at me, and I could see on his face that he didn't want to live another minute without me. When he was willing to take that risk, on me, just a girl. You know, I walk around with confidence, but really, inside, I have so much self-doubt, even then. I was just a girl wanting to be loved and to give love in return. I wanted to be an adult, a wife and a mother. KT offered that to me. It wasn't perfect, in fact, I broke off the engagement. I panicked...we were so different...different backgrounds...different religions. I needed to work some things out. I needed to know for sure...But, yet, he still wanted me and took me back. Twenty years of marriage can sometimes dull those memories, but he can still give me butterflies...
When did you know?
Adam was living in Provo when we met, and I was in SLC. I remember driving home from meeting him for a date. Now, mind you, we got engaged about 6 weeks after we met.
ReplyDeleteI was driving home from about date 4-5, and I remember knowing that he was the man I was going to marry. I didn't even know I was in love with him yet!
I think I need to do a post about my story...way too long to post here! :) I've been mulling it over since I saw a couple of people do it on their blogs....
ReplyDeleteI knew on our second date. My hubby played Uno with my extended family. Playing UNO with my family is like playing with blood thirsty pirates. Their are no friends, no spouses and no relatives in UNO. We are basically all out to annihilate each other. He lived and really enjoyed the experience. I thought he has to be the one for me!!
ReplyDeleteI'll let you know if it ever happens :)
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