Choices

In 1964 when Roger and I stopped dating we didn't have any drama.  I just knew he wasn't the father of my children.  Our last "date" was at BYU when he took me for a drive to talk about getting back together.  I sometimes agonize over decisions, but this was easy.  He wasn't the one.

In getting engaged to Dad, I worried about making the right choice but I got a clear confirmation one evening.  I probably needed it because our life together wouldn't be smooth and tranquil.  I was attracted to him because I loved his honesty and his courage--and he made me laugh so hard I couldn't catch my breath.

He used to say, "If any guy at BYU tells you he knows 'you're the one,' it's just a line."  

Right after we got engaged, he told me this little story.  On his mission, all the missionaries were interviewed by Elder Spencer W. Kimball.  Dad was worried about girls/me but Elder Kimball told him not to be concerned and that he would 'know' who he would marry.  When he came home I was dating other guys but we saw each other sometimes.  One night we held hands in a companionable sort of way and he said that then he 'knew' I would marry him.  But he waited to tell me about his moment of inspiration until after we got engaged.

My children couldn't be who they are without his gifts--or mine, for that matter.

I like the peacefulness in this newer chapter of my life, but I never rethink that decision for an instant.