Where it all began

One date night we needed to run down to Provo on some business.  We decided to drive around and see some old, familiar places.  

Not only did we drive through the parking lot at King Henry, but Tyler insisted on parking and getting out.  I felt extremely awkward hovering around my old doorway, but at the same time was so grateful to get a picture.

This is where it happened.

The doorway of apartment #112.

 I was definitely interested in Tyler, and we had been on several dates and spent a lot of our free time together.  But I wasn't ready for a kiss.  And on Friday, March 15th, when he leaned in to give me one in this very spot, I turned my head and he missed my lips.

I thought I sent my message loud and clear.  However, as I said goodnight the very next night, instead of walking away, he walked towards me.  And I backed up.  And he walked towards me. And I backed up.  And he walked towards me.  And I backed up...right into the corner of the door. And this time, when he went to kiss me, I could not turn my head. Literally, it was in the corner of the door that you see above, on the right side.  

I went in my apartment, closed the door, and to my roommates that greeted me I complained, "He kissed me!!!"

I wasn't ready for that.  They comforted me, and I went to bed.

But somehow, between that traumatic first kiss and the next day when I saw him at church, I did a complete 360.  I liked Tyler, had always liked him, and I decided it wasn't so bad that he had kissed me.  He held my hand during Sunday School and I realized that this was it - now we would be branded as a couple.  And we were.

Tyler told me after we were married that he knew when he got off of his mission that he would probably marry the next girl that he kissed.  He was right.  

I have to say that I am very, very grateful that things turned out the way that they did.  It's been a marvelous 20 years being married and I have become a better person being in a partnership with my favorite person on earth.

How special that we could go back and visit the spot where it all began.  My sweet, wonderful, highly sentimental husband would probably have gladly obliged if I had asked him to re-enact it, but I was mortified that we would be caught, so this has to suffice.

Love you, sweetheart!  Thanks for the walk down memory lane, and for instigating all of this in the first place.