Fifteen years ago tonight Bradley asked me on our first official date. Up until then, although we had spent a fair amount of time together, it was always "hanging out" with our roommates and friends. That night, my roommates lured me downstairs to the piano room, and there Bradley was, ready with a homemade song to ask me to the BYU Homecoming Dance.
All together now: Awwwwwwwwww!
I'll spare you my journal entry that night, as it is as gushy and excited and hysterical as you might expect from an infatuated 18-year-old. It was one of the best nights of my life up to then. Bradley asked me on a DATE!!!
I was already head-over-heels in love with him, you see. He didn't know what hit him, poor boy.
And nine years ago today he married me in the Las Vegas Temple.
Happy Anniversary, Bradley. I love you!
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