I met a fun-loving Tiffany walking home from Church near her apartment where she had recently moved in with Erika, to whom I had been a home teacher. I received a calling in the ward to pass around notes which people in the ward had written to one another. I liked the calling for two reasons. First, it was a fun way to keep up on, and create a little, ward gossip. Second, it was an excellent excuse to stop in on a particular apartment, Chatsworth Center 7. In that apartment I learned to play speed scrabble, I watched a little bit of Pacers' basketball, and I learned about many types of grapes in a word search.
Most importantly, I found Tiffany to be an excellent friend and generally wonderful person. I loved her playfulness and funness. I loved how naturally beautiful she was and how genuine her personality came across.
The end of the Spring Term came and she needed a ride up to Salt Lake. We borrowed a car, Tiffany drove it up to her friend's house, and I drove it back to Provo. Then came a summer of a wonderful growing friendship. I checked my email three or four times a day to see what Tiffany had written, knowing full well that she worked long hours at Camp Belzer.
When we got back to Provo in the Fall we hiked up Y-mountain for our first real date, though no one paid for anything and Erika drove us, so some controversy has regrettably arisen on this point. Then we went on a few other dates and finally decided to date exclusively right after the dates that we had already agreed to with other people. We dated exclusively for a short time, were engaged for a short time and got married for a long time. I love that I have been so blessed to have Tiffany in my life. She brings happiness and peace and love into our home. She holds us together, and is the awesomest mother and wife I have ever known.
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