Ode to Zack
Zack and I just celebrated our 5 year Anniversary. I wanted to devote this post to him, and his awesomeness. Did I ever tell you all how we met? We were both Freshman at BYU and it was his first semester there, my second. He had just returned from his mission in Taiwan, and could speak Mandarin Chinese (what a turn on!). The first time we met was the day he moved into the complex. Stephanie and I had been long boarding down the hill, and were returning home when he and his roommates were moving all their stuff in. He and John Colver were taking a break and kicking a soccer ball around. We walking up and joined right in, kicking it around in a circle. (I like to joke with Zack that he married the first girl he met at college. )
So, that was the first encounter. I watched him several other times, like at ward prayer, he would always speak to this older Chinese girl that lived in the ward. And I ran into him a few times while I was coming home on my bike, or my motor scooter. I'm not quite sure what he thought of me, but I was scoping him out already!
The first time we actually spoke, or interacted was when he came over to the girl's side of the complex to ask the girl he home taught to sew his pants. She wasn't home, and our door was wide open... it always was. He asked if any of us knew how to sew, and I said, I will sew those pants for you. So, he sat down... I got out my little sewing kit from my mom, and fixed his pants right up. I even ironed them for him! They were jeans, and he had torn them at a concert (the really didn't need to be ironed.)
From then on... we were pretty much inseparable. We were out every night together, until the wee hours of the night ... usually climbing a tower somewhere or getting into trouble.
Although his two best friends and roommates, Jon Bennion and John Colver (my home teachers) will often take credit for us getting together, it was really when I sewed his pants that we really hit things off. They can have the credit tho. :)
Thank Goodness for my sewing skills, and also for the crazy concert Zack went to and ripped his pants. I got my tall, blonde, blue eyed boy. :)
Here is to another 5+ years of happiness Zack. Love you!
So, that was the first encounter. I watched him several other times, like at ward prayer, he would always speak to this older Chinese girl that lived in the ward. And I ran into him a few times while I was coming home on my bike, or my motor scooter. I'm not quite sure what he thought of me, but I was scoping him out already!
The first time we actually spoke, or interacted was when he came over to the girl's side of the complex to ask the girl he home taught to sew his pants. She wasn't home, and our door was wide open... it always was. He asked if any of us knew how to sew, and I said, I will sew those pants for you. So, he sat down... I got out my little sewing kit from my mom, and fixed his pants right up. I even ironed them for him! They were jeans, and he had torn them at a concert (the really didn't need to be ironed.)
From then on... we were pretty much inseparable. We were out every night together, until the wee hours of the night ... usually climbing a tower somewhere or getting into trouble.
Although his two best friends and roommates, Jon Bennion and John Colver (my home teachers) will often take credit for us getting together, it was really when I sewed his pants that we really hit things off. They can have the credit tho. :)
Thank Goodness for my sewing skills, and also for the crazy concert Zack went to and ripped his pants. I got my tall, blonde, blue eyed boy. :)
Here is to another 5+ years of happiness Zack. Love you!
