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Denton and I celebrated our 7th anniversary last Saturday – I CANNOT believe it’s been that long!  Some days it feel like a thousand years, and some days it feels like…. 7 years. :)  We kept telling each other “Happy Crap-iversay” because we didn’t end up with any elaborate plans.  At the last minute we thought about trying somewhere new, but ended up at old faithful Maggianos.  And really, it was the perfect night cuz all I wanted for my anniversary was to hang out with and talk to Denton (and eat Family Style at Magg’s).  And I got it.  

Let me tell you a little somethin’ somethin’ about Denton… what you see is NOT what you get, and that’s what I love about him!!!  Everyone thinks he’s this perfect little husband/son, and he is.  But when it comes down to it, Denton is the biggest joke-playing, teasing, hilarious, smack-talking, closet-crazy I have ever met.  And that’s exactly why I fell in love with that little (big) punksucker.

See, before Denton, I mostly dated non-white, non-mormon punks.  Then after my mission I “matured” to honky-white mormon punks.  So when I met Denton (good mormon punk) I didn’t see him as “my type.”  While on my mission, I had prayed and prayed and PRAYED to meet a good guy that I could marry in the temple.  And he was right in front of my face, yet I didn’t see it right away.  So for a year we were best friends.  We talked about each other’s crushes, we sat together in Accounting class and didn’t pay attention to the teacher.  We met for lunch at all the good Mexican places in Provo and car-danced to “Like a Prayer.”  But I still didn’t get it.  Towards the end of my dating career, there were 3 boys, Denton being one of them.  Another boy I had considered my “ideal” and I was so wrong.  By that time I was SO sick of dating and SO sick of the game, I just wanted to start the rest of my life.  So once again I prayed and prayed and PRAYED that the wrong boys would fall out of my life and the right one stay in.  And can you guess what happened? 

So seven awesome, hard working, up and down, fabulous years later here we are.  And I couldn’t be happier or more grateful that I get to spend the rest of eternity with my best friend who is such a good guy/punk and I love that about him.  Happy crapiversay Denton!