As you know, dear reader, this has been a Year of Tens for me. Oh, and for Brandon. I guess I should include him because if he hadn't been around, this Year of Tens wouldn't exist, you know. He played the most crucial part! Without him, my marriage wouldn't exist.
This particular Year of Tens Story didn't happen until October 3rd (tomorrow). But I want to share it today. I don't know why. Seriously, there's no reason why. I just want to.
Ten years ago tomorrow (October 3rd), it was General Conference. And a Saturday. We happened to be in Blackfoot that weekend, and not just because we figured we'd visit my family because we had two days "off." Brandon and I had a purpose; him more than me.
After the Priesthood Session, the men returned to the house. My brother got out of the car (I think my other brother was at Ricks. But I could be wrong). However, Brandon and my dad stuck around in the car, in the garage, to...umm...talk. My mother, who had dessert ready and waiting for them, yelled at them to get into the house. Horrified, I whispered, "Mom! Brandon's trying to talk to dad, you know!"
"What?" she said.
I didn't have time to repeat myself as Brandon and my dad walked into the house and obediently ate their dessert.
After dessert, I saw my dad and Brandon walk to my parent's bedroom and shut the door. Within 2 minutes, I heard my mom yell:
"Hey, where are those guys? Don't they want to play games?" (or something like that. I really can't remember exactly what she said. Maybe I should go find my journal...)
This time, I turned on her immediately and whispered fiercely:
"Mom! Brandon and dad are trying to talk. You know, talk?"
She stared at me for a moment and then realization spread across her face. And she smiled.
Brandon reported that the talk went something like this (I reserve the right to be totally wrong, but I know the gist of it is accurate):
Brandon: You probably already know what I'm going to say...
Dad: (smiling) Yes.
Brandon: Well, okay. Ummm...Could I have your blessing and ask Cheryl to marry me?
Dad: (still smiling) Yes!
Brandon: Umm...well, do you have any words of advice or anything?
Dad: Not really.
Dad: Well, just make sure you do what they counseled about in Priesthood Session tonight. You know, staying out of debt, being smart...
Brandon: Oh, yeah, well...umm...I just had to get a loan to buy a car...
Dad: Not that kind of debt! You need a car; it's good you bought a car.
Dad: Well, take care of her, okay?
Brandon: I will.
(I added that last part. I have no idea if they said it, but it sounds good to me!)
The entire exchange took less than 15 minutes. And if you know my father --at all --than you know what a perfect scenario this was. My dad is awesome.
So, there you have it --Ten Years Ago on October 3rd, 1998, Brandon asked my father for my hand in marriage. This show of respect to the parents is a tradition I hope my children follow as well. Kind of makes the transition into engagement a whole lot easier when you have parental blessing...
Ironically, we'll be spending tomorrow evening at Brandon's mission reunion. For some reason, it seems appropriate to be celebrating this very special date doing something nostalgic that isn't even related to our relationship. At all. And I highly doubt Brandon even remembered what October 3rd means. Yeah...uh...where was I going with this? I can't even remember...
So, dear reader, did your husband ask your parents for your hand in marriage? Or, if you're a man, did you ask your wife's parents for her hand? Did it go well? Did it go badly? Or is it still too painful to talk about?