My Valentine

Before I met Jonathan, I HATED Valentine's Day! I thought that the person who invented this holiday should've been shot. I had enough insecurities without an official holiday making me feel like a loser. But then I met Jonathan. Jonathan was my first real boyfriend, and my first kiss. It was a horrible first kiss, but I will never forget it. I was 24. Then came our first Valentine's Day together, and I was finally excited for this holiday. My mom called me first thing that morning to tell me she hoped I would have a good day. That should have given me a clue of what was to come, but it didn't. As it turned out, Jonathan had called my dad the night before to ask him if he could marry me. Jonathan came over to my apartment that morning with some balloons and asked me to take him to the chemistry building so he could pick up an assignment, but he insisted that I drive. That also should have been a clue, since he always drove. But I complied, and it was in the stairwell that Jonathan pretended to break his ankle. He called EMS (which he was in charge of, all of his buddies were in on his scheme.) The EMS van came rolling up with all the lights on, and they took all his info and told me to run and get the car. I ran. When I got Jonathan into the car, he insisted I take him to the emergency room. Well, he volunteered in the ER, and his aunt was a nurse there, so they were all in on it too. The nurses wheeled him into the hospital and I went and parked my car. When I got back in the hospital, the nurses led me to the room that Jonthan was in, he was on a bed and his aunt was taking his temperature. He jumped off the bed, and said "We met in the ER a year ago, and I knew then you would be the love of my life. Will you marry me?" (We met in the ER when one of my EFY girls got sick and Jonathan, who was a health counselor, took her and me to the ER. Don't worry, the girl was fine.) Well, I must admit I hesitated before answering, not because I didn't love him, rather it was because I was confused about his broken ankle. But after I figured out that he was okay, I answered with a firm "yes." And I have never regretted it. So now Valentine's Day is the anniversary of our engagement. We were married three months later in the Mt. Timpanogas Temple. Life with Jonathan is never boring. He is so much fun and helps me remember to always laugh. His faith has sustained and inspired me through our trials. He is such good husband and father! Every day he tells Sami and I that he loves us, and his actions show that that is true. I love you Jonathan!