I am a helpless romantic, so let me preface my sweet story with a little history:
Once upon a time in High School, I watched the movie "A Walk To Remember" (I also read the book and loved it!!).
Now all you girls remember how she writes a list of things to do before she dies, and he comes up with romantic little ways to help her accomplish those things (like the part where she straddles the state line so she is in two places at once, or when he gets her a temporary tattoo - romance at its best) and I cry every time!!!
So, being a romantic teenager, I decided that I needed to write a list of things to do before I die.
On this list I had all sorts of things like get married in the temple, go to college, sing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, be on Broadway - and I also put some crazy things like hold a star and dance in a cloud.
Well, when Jon and I were dating I told him about the list and read a few of the things on my list to him.
Later on in our relationship, I was at his house and he set this little rock in my hand. I asked him what it was and he explained that it was a little meteor that had come off of a falling star, so I was holding a star!!
It was truly the sweetest thing!
Ok, fast forward to this weekend - Sunday morning around 5:00am
We were driving back home from Snowflake, trying to get to back in Tempe before church. I had fallen asleep on the drive, and suddenly Jon pulled the car over. He gently shook me awake, turned the radio up, and opened my door.
I got out, a little confused, but then I saw it - the fog was so thick we could barely see past the car! He took me in his arms and started dancing with me, and told me that now we were dancing in a cloud!
Just one more example of what an amazing husband I have!
I am truly the most spoiled girl in the world!