Birthday Boy

It's Mr. M's birthday today!  He is 39 years young...oh my!

I thought I would share a little about him- only because there is nothing I like more than seeing him roll his eyes at me and give me that 'look'.  

When I first met him, he looked like a 16 year old boy.  But, looks can be deceiving- because he had just returned from his mission.  I wasn't the only one who thought he looked young either.  While on his mission, the whole Beehive class of young women in the ward he was serving in, had major crushes on him.  And one woman in the ward thought he and his companion (who also looked like a deacon) were on one of those "cute little missions", meaning the kind where young men pair up with Elders and serve for a few days with them.  He, he!

I was in high school when we met- and I knew instantly that he was the man I was going to marry.  I still wonder how I knew that.  All I can say, is that it had to happen the way that it did, which was that I fell head over heels in love- as did he.

A memory that I will always hold dear is the day of my Seminary Graduation.  It was held in the Assembly Hall downtown on Temple Square.  

Mr. M and his brother had taken a trip to California and had had some car troubles on the way home.  He called me the day of graduation and told me that it didn't look like he would be able to make it in time.  They were delayed not only by a broken down car, but after it was fixed, there was a terrible accident that closed the highway they needed to be on to get home.

I was heart broken.  I wanted him there.  I wanted him to meet my friends and to hear the Acapella choir, which I belonged to, sing.  I wanted to be able to look out in the audience and see his handsome face looking right at me.  I know you are gagging right now, but I was just an 18 year old girl after all.

After graduation was over, I visited with some friends for a few minutes then found my parents who were patiently waiting for me, ready to leave.  

I was feeling a little down as we walked out the gates of Temple Square and headed towards the cross walk.  As we started to cross, I looked up and just about died!  Mr. M was running across the street, dressed in a SUIT, with ROSES in his hand.  Our eyes met and we did one of those run-in-slow-motion-towards-each-other kind of things, you know, the kind that only happen in the movies.  Only it really happened to me.  I SWEAR the world stood still.  It was amazing!  I started crying, he picked me up and hugged me right in the middle of the road!

It was the coolest thing that had happened to to me up to that point in my life.

Mr. M has always been there for me.  From the beginning of our dating experience to now, 18 years later.  

He's an amazing person with so many layers- like an onion, as they say.  And for all the years I have known him, I'm still discovering things about him all the time.  He cares deeply, hides his emotions a little too well, is a man of few words when it comes to how he's doing, is a wonderful listener, has tons of common sense, has an amazing business mind, is a wonderful father, and is my best friend.

Happy birthday Mr. M!  Happy birthday to you and all your many layers!  XOXO