My Favorite Love Story

I hesitated sharing this because of its personal nature and I am hoping that my gratitude does not come off as bragging because that is not my intention in any way. All are welcome to read, but keep in mind that I write this blog for three future readers… my children.

When I met my husband I knew in a way that it was sacred, that we were meant to be together. Love at first sight can’t touch the experience I had. Corbet and I met while serving a mission for our church. The first time I heard him speak, I knew he was unlike anyone I had ever met. Here was this tall man that looked somewhat intimidating until he opened his mouth and out came humility and kindness.
When one is serving a mission she is to lock her heart from any kind of romantic relationship and I did just that, but it became very apparent to me, through the Lord that Corbet held the key and in the right time he would unlock it. We only served together for six months and then it was time for Corbet to return home. We never served in the same area and probably only saw each other a handful of times. I am a logical person, for the most part, but when it came time to fall in love there was no logic involved. Our exchanges were always professional, the only physical contact we had was the occasional hand shake. We didn’t know where each other lived or even each other’s first name, yet I felt like I knew him.
To be honest, I really struggled with this. I didn’t want to fall in love this way. I had gone on a mission to forget myself and serve the Lord. The last thing I wanted was to be distracted. I was able and blessed to focus on the work I was doing, but anytime I saw “Elder Weimer” I was called back to this familiar feeling that he was my best friend. When we looked at each other it was not with romance, but with the feeling of home. Our handshakes were firm, maybe lasted a little longer than they should have, and though at that time is wasn’t s ever said, we were thinking how much we loved each other.
When Corbet left the mission to return home he told me he would write to me during the ten months I still had as a missionary. A few months passed and I had not heard from him and there was a part of me that was relieved. After all, I never wanted love in the mission field. The exact day that I had decided to put him behind me, I heard from him. We wrote letters every week for the rest of my mission. We learned all about each other through the simplicity of paper and pen. It brings me joy that I will be able to report to my children that their father and I fell in love with out a kiss, a hug or even holding hands, we fell in love with just our hearts. Before I knew that Corbet loved me I knew that he loved the Lord. Essentially, it was our love of the Lord that brought us together.
The bittersweet end to my mission came. I saw Corbet the weekend I returned home and we haven’t been apart since. To some we seemed an unlikely couple, but we knew that we were right where we were meant to be, with each other. We are coming up on our nine year anniversary and maybe that’s not a lot of time, but I am confident in our love. To be honest I didn’t think I would marry someone like my husband, I’m not sure I knew someone like him existed. I am so grateful that Father in Heaven knows better than me. He knew how well Corbet would take care of me. I have this feeling that when we were created he had us in mind for each other. He might have created me and then thought…hmm now I need to create a really patient, kind and relaxed man to go with this girl. In all seriousness, I just want to publicly thank God for my husband. He is truly my best friend and somehow he brings a calmness to my life that did not exist before I met him. How I adore the man that insists I sleep in, takes all three kids to the park to give me some alone time, the man that works all night then gets home and apologizes that I had to be up all night with the baby. He might be embarrassed that I am publicly praising him, but it has to be said, it has to be noted that we are blessed…blessed with love, trials, laughter, children, inside jokes, and a knowledge that something greater than ourselves brought us together and our hearts are eternally grateful. I love you Corbet, thank you for being you and nothing else.