‘On April 1, 1988, I had my first grand mal seizure. Needless to say, that was a bad day. Years later, my dad made a poster with my high school picture on it as a joke. He thought it was time for me to meet someone and get married so he gave it to my aunt who ended up giving it to my future mother-in-law. She gave it to her son and told her, ‘you need to call this girl,’ Well, he refused, saying that was weird.
A while later, he took that poster and kept it. He finally called me one night and we talked for a few hours. He asked if I’d like to meet him. We met the following Saturday on my lunch break at Wendy’s and I laughed the whole time plus I didn’t even finish my meal. It was just great to meet him. He then asked if he could call me after I got home from work. He was the first guy I had ever met who actually asked to call.
He asked me, ‘what time do you get home?’ and I told him. As I was walking in the door that night, the phone was ringing at exactly the time I said I’d be home. I thought, ‘wow, he likes me!’ We talked for another while and he asked me to join him and his roommate and his girlfriend at the Sports Park in Draper for miniature golf. I loved that he knew what he wanted to do and that it wasn’t to go to a movie. So, I went and we had a blast. We had so much fun.
For a very long time after that, there was almost not a single day that we didn’t see one another. We talked every day and got better acquainted. On Christmas Eve, he asked me to marry him on Santa’s lap and on April 1, 1997, we got married. I turned the memory of an awful day, when I had that first seizure, into the most important day of my life and we just hit twenty years. He still makes me laugh every day and I can’t wait to see what happens next!’