The Lainharts

Seven years ago a knock came at my door. I peered through the peep hole, excited about my future. The guy I was meeting was going to change my life forever. ...everything I ever wanted in a man. He was going to be tall, dark, and handsome just like the few of his brothers I knew. He had to be charming and witty. I didn't know much about what I was to expect except that he had just returned from a mission and he was cute.
What I saw through that tiny little window in the door could not have prepared me for the way my life would change. He was short. His blond hair was receeding. His clothes were wrinkled and old. I hesitated to open the door. But then I thought, how bad could he be? By the end of the night I knew. It was bad! Sarcastic. Cheesily helpful (he did the dishes...who does that?). Just flat out weird. This was not going anywhere!
The next night we double dated with his younger brother. We went bowling. Anyone who know me knows that I despise the sport heart and soul. He bowled an incredible 219! I....well, lets just say I should have asked for bumpers. After that embarassing stroll down greasy alley ways, cigarette smoke, and exasperating noise, I was given some relief...or so I thought. We went to Baskin Robins. You can't go wrong there, right? We ordered and as we waited we talked. That conversation ended with Jared saying: "I like you and I'd like to take you out again, but I'm looking for a wife. If you aren't serious let me know now so I can move on."
WOW! I didn't know how I felt about that. After I got home and had a chance to think about it a little I decided that I liked his honesty. It was refreshing. In fact, there wasn't anything fake about him. I knew that he wasn't going to hide anything from me.
The rest is history. We were married a few months later on December 15th and I've never had a moment of regret.
I love his humor, his crooked smile, and warmth. He has never said anything mean or hurtful to me. He's not afraid to hug, kiss (or goose) me in public. He is a snuggle machine. I love how his Wyoming accent comes back when he’s with his brothers. I love that he takes his priesthood seriously. I am thankful every single day that he goes to work to pay the bills and insists that I stay at home to raise our little herd of kids. He is a fun and fabulous father.
All in all, I think I’m a dang lucky gal!