Turning point . . .

The turning point in my life was on May 17, 2009. The day I met a wonderful RM named Jason Wilber . . .

It was a Sunday that unknowingly had changed my life forever. 

That day I was able to participate in a musical number, "I know that My Redeemer lives". But it wasn't just any ordinary number. Several people had gotten together, to sing it in multiple languages all taking their turns. Can't remember all the languages that they were, but I think there was seven or eight. I and three other people sang part of the verse in Spanish. Who knew what difference that would make? :)

After sacrament meeting, I talked to a few friends and had then wandered out, heading to my Sunday school class. But I didn't get too far before I got a tap on the shoulder, I turned around, and came face to face with a very cute blonde stranger.To my surprise he started speaking rapidly in Spanish. Now even though I said I sang in Spanish earlier, doesn't mean I was fluent. I know enough to read and can understand the gist of what is being said. Once in a while I can even hold conversations in Spanish. But as much as I wanted to know what this cute guy was saying, I didn't. I told him that I was sorry and that I wasn't fluent, just knew a little bit. We got to talking and I couldn't help but to like him, he was funny and very cute. I learned he just came home from his mission in Cordoba, Argentina.

After a few minutes, we had to part ways to go to class. Sadly, I didn't really pay attention to what was being said even though I tried to. All that I could think of was the man I just met. Half way through the class I found myself looking around and interesting enough I found the cute RM on the other side of the room sitting all alone!!! I kicked myself for not looking when I came in the class earlier and could have invited him to sit next to me. But now I was thinking of how I could talk to him and say something to him that wouldn't sound dorky. So I waited until class was over and walked over to him. I remembering saying hi again and asking more about his mission. We talked a bit more. As the room started filling up with men, I knew I had to get to Relief Society. Frantic but trying to remain calm, all I knew was that I loved being around this guy. Remembering about a fireside at the Regional center, I asked him if he would like to go that night. His response was that he couldn't, that he had a friend that had flown over from Vermont (where he's originally from) just to be with him. I understood, but that didn't make the rejection any easier. I nodded and started heading out, when he stopped me and asked for my number. Shocked, I gave it to him and couldn't help but feel a little better as I floated off to Relief Society.

He sent me some texts a couple days later, completely in Spanish and I did my best to respond back without using English. We started hanging out, playing volleyball and going to other church activities. Eventually we went on a few dates and became boyfriend and girlfriend. Another couple months later and we were engaged. :) Almost a year after we had met, we were married in the temple for time and all eternity.

That was almost two years ago. Who knew what that day would do for my future?! :)