I first met Anson 22 years ago when I was only
12 years old. It wasn't until 2 years after that, that I
first had a crush on him when I saw him at a family
reunion in Humptulips, WA. I asked my sister, Jeanette, who
he was and she told me that his name was Anson and that
she thought he had a twin brother, which ended up
not being true. Anyway, Anson
started walking our way and he looked at me
and I him and after he passed, I turned to Jeanette
and said, "He's mine".
2 years later in Bancroft Idaho sparks flew.
Later that summer he came up from Portland
to visit me in Bothell. We lost contact after that. A year
later my step dad got a job transfer to Portland.
We moved down there and we went to visit
some family and I saw Anson briefly. He soon
left on a mission to Houston, Texas
and still we had no contact. 2 years passed
and I came home from work one day and my mom
told me that I got a phone call that day from Anson.
It was so weird. I immediately blurted,
"Maybe he wants to marry me!"
I called him back and we talked for a
little while and then he asked me if I wanted
to go camping that weekend with his family.
I said yes, but because of the job that I had at the time
I wasn't able to leave until really late at night.
Anson gave me directions to his house
and I got SO LOST! I was driving around
for a little while, when I miraculously found it.
It was SO WEIRD to see him again. He was cute still,
but his hair was very short.
Anyway, we got reacquainted that weekend
and had really great talks. One in particular
stands out in my mind. We were sitting on a table over looking the
ocean as the sun was setting and we talked about our Patriarchal
blessings and they seemed to fit together like
puzzle pieces. It was the coolest thing.
We were inseparable after that and
less then a month later we were engaged. We were
married a little over three months later in the
Portland, Oregon Temple.
That is when my life began. I was such a
different person then. I have changed and have grown so much
that it seems like a different lifetime.
I wanted to become a mom so badly. After three months
of marriage, I finally talked Anson into it.
Nine months later, on our 1st wedding anniversary
Anson Jr. was born.
He was such a beautiful baby. We could tell that he loved
music very early on, even before he could walk.
I would play Nirvana and Anson Jr. would
crawl up to the speaker and dance.
When he was about 2 years old,
he would also take out all the pots,
pans, and canned foods from the cupboards
and then use them as drums.
Anson Jr. turned 13 years old yesterday.
Here's a look back on the years, then and now.
I got tired, so I'll finish the blog post later.