
For awhile now, I've been wanting to brag on my husband a little on my blog. I figure right now is a great time since Valentine's Day is just around the corner. I even changed my blog header to my favorite scrapbook page, "My Best Friend, My Love."
Our story began about a year and a half before we actually met. I was coaching a volleyball camp with his sister, Angela (who I coach with now at MVHS). During our lunch break one day, she pulled a picture of a really cute guy out of her wallet and said, "This is my brother, Tony. You two should go on a date when he gets home from his mission." I shrugged it off, of course. People say things like that all the time, but nothing ever comes of it. I really never thought about it again.
Then, when Tony got home from his mission, EVERYBODY tried to line him up with somebody they knew. He started getting a little frustrated with everybody trying to "hook him up." Thankfully, Angela knew that. All she said to him was, "I've got a girl for you to marry. She's in Laramie. Maybe you'll find her." She didn't tell him who I was.
We first met about a month or so after he started school at UW. I was a junior then, and since I had only had 3 or 4 dates in two years there, I really wasn't figuring I'd be meeting the man of my dreams anytime soon, and had decided I'd be at least 25 before I got married. I was okay with that. I was sitting in church one Sunday, and a really cute guy walked into sacrament meeting with a friend. I instantly remembered Angela's photo as well as his name, Tony.
We saw each other at FHE and at the institute a few times that fall, but that was it. Finally, the last week of the semester, he asked me on a date. It didn't take long at all for me to fall in love with him, but I was pretty scared of getting my heart broken. I didn't really think that someone so PERFECT could actually fall in love with me. But apparently, miracles do happen. We were engaged by April and married July 18, 2002.
Now, seven years and three kids after first falling in love with Tony, I love him even more. He is the most patient, kind, caring, and sincere person I know. He makes me want to be better every day. He is the most helpful husband I've ever seen. In fact, he stepped in and cooked dinner tonight while I was busy unloading groceries, and he does this A LOT! He is such a good listener, and I feel like I can share anything with him without being judged. He tells me I'm beautiful every day. He leaves little love notes around the house that I'll find during my day. Those always put a smile on my face. He's a wonderful dad. He's the type of person that everybody likes. What's not to like about him? Every time somebody I know gets married, I think to myself, "Good for you. Hopefully you got the second best man in the world, since the best is already taken."
The past seven years have been the best years of my life, and I look forward to many, many more amazing moments, thanks to my valentine, Tony Micheli.
Tony, I love you.