Today I celebrate my one year anniversary from the day I said, “Yes.”
My adventure to my engagement day was exactly that, an adventure. Our relationship wasn’t what you would call ideal or smooth sailing. We went through a lot… both of us. It seemed at any given time through our friendship and courtship (no one uses that word anymore, right?) we were never on the same page. We worked pretty hard to keep our relationship alive.
I remember being told by guys in my ward to walk away. Walk away from Collin. I appreciate their advice and opinion on the matter, but it wasn’t really their call to make. I can’t say I didn’t think about it. There was heartbreak, disappointment, and uncertainty. But, it was my choice. I chose, Collin.
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I hate those stories, where someone prays if they should get married and then they just know. "He was the one. She was the one. I knew it with every fiber of my being." They are lucky, like really. I prayed and prayed, and you know the answer I got? I received a soft, quiet, overwhelming feeling that said, “This is your choice.” So what did I do? I was beyond anxious. I had to trust my own choice. But, I knew that whatever choice I made, was going to be a good one. I was going to be okay. We were going to be okay. Long before Collin asked if I would marry him, I knew I would say yes. Best. Choice. Ever.
I think sometimes we think we know what we need. Let me tell you something. We don’t really know ourselves that well. But, Heavenly Father does. He knows us perfectly. I remember the first day I met Collin. I was immediately attracted to him, and I had a distinct feeling that I needed to be his friend. I didn't make a huge efforts to be friends with anyone really. I told my roommate this, and she went off on some, “Oh, you are going to marry him rant.” I retorted with something like, "Whatever, he isn't my type, and I am going on a mission." Well, she was right. Thank goodness;)
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