Ten years of Bliss

About two weeks ago Scott and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary (of our first date, not wedding). By celebrated I mean, we stayed home, put the kids to bed and cuddled on the couch while we watched Conan, it was awesome. I've been planning to post this since then, but hadn't gotten around to it, now's the time.

Dear Scott,
Remember when I stood up first in seminary, so annoyed that the loud kid, sitting front and center didn't go first. And then as I stood there babbling about how its always cold in seminary, that same annoying kid stared at me with those big blue eyes, smiling like crazy......I don't remember either.

Remember how you lured me into your world with your interesting views on life, your surprisingly deep poetry, your awesome band, and your amazing smile. Me neither.

Remember when we were making out at your house by my mom's car, when your mom yelled out the window that I had to go home. Remember how mortified I was that she saw us making out!! I don't remember that, and I pray that she doesn't remember that!

Remember how we were sitting silently in your truck in the church parking lot, almost falling asleep, when you startled me awake by saying those three magic words, and then adding how I didn't have to say them back. I said them back, although, I don't remember that either.

Remember that time we went to the "BASH" and I unwillingly crowd-surfed during Goldfinger and got a black eye. You were so concerned that my mom would never let me go to another concert. I think I got a concussion, so consequently I don't recall that one either.

Remember when we went to see The Smashing Pumpkins during their final tour, and we pushed our way to the front of the crowd, and I almost passed out because I couldn't get enough air. You pulled me back to the back of the crowd and stayed with me even though they were your favorite band. Thank goodness I don't remember that, or I might feel guilty.

Remember when I freaked out on Christmas because I was expecting a marriage proposal and didn't get it. Then a few weeks later (on our anniversary) we were sitting in your room and you asked if you could see my "promise ring" for a second, then you gave it back to me and asked me to marry you. It was probably the most unromantic proposal ever, ruined even more by my impatient nagging. I wouldn't change it for anything, that is, if I remembered it.

Remember when we said "I do." in your backyard while all our family and friends looked on. I cried a little I think. And how we could barely even drive away when it was over because the car was so ridiculously decorated, so we stopped at a car-wash. That was fun...I think....if I remembered.

Remember that time we went to the temple with our sweet baby boy and were all sealed together for time and all eternity. And how you cried when they put his little hand on top of ours. It was the greatest day of my life, one that I will never forget. But in keeping the theme of the rest of the letter.....I don't remember.

Remember how you are my all time favorite person in the whole world and I wouldn't change a single thing about you. How you always manage to make me laugh, even when I have had a bad day. Remember how you are the world's greatest dad and how the kids think that you are so fun and cool. Remember how even when times are tough, you always have a good attitude and we manage to pull through. Yeah, I don't recall any of that either.

Thanks for putting up with me for ten years. I'm sure you'll get sick of me pretty soon, but until you do, I'm enjoying the ride.

Love you,
Stink wife