It Was Meant To Be

When I was a teenager our family lived in Germany. After a year and a half we were going to move to England but my dad couldn't find a place to live so it was decided to move back to America to our home in Provo, Utah. In hindsight, I've always believed this was meant to be. Had we not moved back, I wouldn't have met James.

James and I knew of each other in High school at Provo High…same grade…through our mutual friend Charlie. Charlie was my boyfriend. David and Charlie both encouraged me to apply for a job at Brick Oven, a popular local restaurant. James and I were both hired and had orientation on the same day, December 2, 1987. He did pizza delivery and I worked the salad bar.

Charlie and I broke up graduation night and a few weeks later James swooped in and made his move. He invited me to go swimming with him. On the day of our date, July 21, 1988, he called and changed our activity and we went to see Crocodile Dundee at the movie theater instead. And so began a life-long relationship.

We dated for 8 months before James went on a mission for 2 years to Halifax, Canada. He returned in March 1991 and by May 26, 1991 we were engaged. 4 months and 1 day later on September 27, 1991 we were married in the Jordan River Temple.