MaeLyn's Musings

When I was a little kid and I caught my parents kissing in the kitchen, I thought it was gross. When our family went for walks around the block and my parents held hands, I was a little embarrassed. And then one day, I met Steven. I'm not sure how it happened exactly. I think it was at a stake dance when we were fourteen or fifteen, and the slow music stopped and I took his hand as we walked back to join our friends. It became a tradition, holding hands. Twenty five years later, we still hold hands. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he reaches out to me with his right as we drive down the highway. We stroll through the park with fingers interlaced. Our kids may be embarrassed by it, but I still enjoy holding my sweetheart's hand. Happy 16th anniversary, Steven!

Fifteen years ago today I married my best friend. Our second date I have mentioned before how we met. (See here , here , and here ) We were in the same seminary class before school our Sophomore year in high school, and in the same math class at the end of the school day. We started talking after school. From the very beginning, I found him a fun person to be around. He would tell me funny stories, and I would laugh. We went on a couple official dates during high school - Junior Prom, Senior Winter Formal, seeing Aladdin in the theater the night of our Senior Prom. Mostly we talked on the phone on Friday nights, and slow danced at dances that were held once a month at our church building. I counted him one of my best friends. When I went to BYU in the fall of '93, we lost touch. He thought I was going to get married really quickly; I was looking for opportunities to meet other guys. He worked and went to the community college and eventually left on a mission to South Afric...