I remember back in college when I was dating a guy. I was totally head over heals and I was bringing him home to meet my family. I was terrified. I remember calling my dad and begging him not to swear or tell any off color jokes. Basically, I was asking him not to be himself.Long story short, I don't even remember how the evening went, but I do remember getting dumped shortly thereafter. I'm sure it had nothing to do with my family--they did a great job--he just wasn't that into me. (I haven't seen the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" and I don't think I will because everyone I know hates it but I did read the book a few years ago. I thought it was great and I really wish I could go back in time and give the book to college Brookie! It would have saved me a lot of heartache.)
However, with that said, I'm glad I had my heart broken a few times. I think everyone should. It gives you compassion and it makes you appreciate true love when you actually find it. Today is Valentine's Day and I went to Harmon's to grab some cinnamon lips. There were frantic men everywhere looking through cards and buying candy and cheesy balloons. I always smile to myself when I see this scene. I love it on one hand because it is so typical of men to wait until the last minute and then head to the grocery store for a V-day gift. On the other hand, they are trying to do something sweet for their ladies. I thought back to when Sam and I were dating and how he would do anything on earth to make me happy. I would constantly find surprises wherever I went--once he even drove to Park City from Provo to buy my a chocolate covered apple because he knew I loved them. He was hopelessly devoted and I knew he was crazy about me.
When I introduced him to my parents, I wasn't the least bit worried about my dad swearing or telling lewd jokes or my siblings teasing each other cause that's what we do. I knew Sam would love me the same anyway.
Sometimes I catch a look at myself in the mirror right before Sam comes home from work and I'm in my uni, hair in a messy bun, make up under my eyes, no dinner on the table and I think that Sam is a lucky guy! Yet, I know he loves me just the same and would still do anything to make me happy. I am one lucky girl.
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You are both lucky. How you feel about each other is evident in the way you look at each other. Such love is rare. I'm glad you passed over those other jokers. You caught a good one! Are you sure he has no brothers? Or, maybe a sister for Jon?
Great post. I totally remember begging Dad not to be rude . . . and then learning that it was better to say nothing at all bc such pleading would only make it (him) worse. (Hi Morris!) Sam has always seemed madly in love with you, AND been stellar with gifts and surprises. I don't know what either of you would do if the other got hit by a bus.
Oh and I also love the desperate V-day scene at the grocery store. It's hilarious and yes, at least those men are making an effort.
True love is a wonderful thing. My husband doesn't buy me expensive gifts on valentine's Day but always makes me feel special!
Most gorgeous temple ever!
Great, cute, non-sappy, but loving post about your husband!
My typical appearance fits your description verbatim, by the way.
So cute and you guys are really lucky. I have never seen a couple have so much fun and be so "in love" as you guys were at my wedding (love the SD temple photo:)You guys are just cute :)
awwww... so sweet.
I didn't read the book, but I saw the movie tonight. Don't see it- it was horrible and depressing.
What a perfect love story!! :)
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