10 Years and Counting

  Big T and I will be married for 10 years on the 18th of this month.  I can't believe it has been that long and yet it seems like longer at the same time.  Yes, this post is early, but by the time it comes around, knowing me, I won't be in the mood.  So today you will get the juicy details you've never wanted to know.
  It all started in May of 1999 when T joined the Flonette ward in Spanish Fork because he was living at home for the summer.  My friend went to high school with him and said, "That's Trent Christensen.  He was one of the good guys."  Coming from her, that was the biggest compliment she could have given.  She and I now had a mission, to get T to notice me.  I gave up after I embarrassed myself at the introduction.  During choir I sat in front of him, turned around, and said,  "Hi, I don't know you.  I'm Michelle Wilson."  He looked at me with a shocked, mildly embarrassed face, and introduced himself.
  He forgot about me for two months even though my friend was pushing me at him every chance she got.  He began dating, one at a time, my friends.  He finally noticed me when I threw a mild fit in choir, while sitting in front of him again, about how when we practiced parts we would stand.  While sitting in front of a line of guys did not make me comfortable to have my rear at eye level.  Apparently T liked the view, and came up to me afterwards and told me that I shouldn't worry about it or some other comforting remark.  My mother came up to us at that time because it was time for her Sacrament Meeting to begin.  I introduced them and he left so that I could talk with her and a visiting friend.  She whispered in my ear that he was cute.
  I went up to him during ward prayer and told him what my mother said.  Ah, I still have that knack for saying true, but embarrassing things.  We chatted for awhile and I went home red again.  The next day was FHE and we were going up the canyon for a testimony meeting.  I did not have a ride because my sister would not be seen with me in public and we had taken her car.  Therefore I had to find a ride for myself.  Being braver than smart, I went up to a group of guys, including T, and said, "I need a car pool; one with air conditioning because I'm hot, and a trunk to carry my chairs."  T volunteered and nobody came with us.  Apparently embarrassment and big mouthy bravery works on some guys.  I do not recommend trying it though, for the results are more often disastrous.  It is nothing but a miracle that we got together at all and requiring Divine intervention to get a husband may be an abuse if everyone did it.  

  We were inseparable after that and were married February 18, 2000.  Kids came along quickly and we had several tough years, but the real miracle is that once we moved to Southern Utah things began to fall into place for us, and we are now closer than we have ever been, despite my oddities and imperfections.  
  Our heights are well matched because I can put my head in the hollow of his shoulder (when I'm not wearing four inch heals); his feet are always warm and mine are always cold and he lets me cool his feet off with mine, and he finds my post children body beautiful.  How rare is that?  Nothing but Divine intervention could be the instigator.  I am grateful more than words can say and that is also rare for me.