How did I meet Richie?
Alright, you guys asked for it.
Thanks to having 13 kids, Mr. & Mrs. Richie's Parents have had to have a very healthy marriage. Now they plan and host a marriage enrichment weekend on occasion, some of which my parents have attended. This past January a handsome, tall boy named Richie visited his parents and sang a duet with his dad, after which my mom walked up to Mr. Richie's Dad and said the now infamous line, "I have a girl for that boy."
At this point he was down in Provo at BYU and I was finishing my senior year in Sandy. We started emailing. First short blurbs, then paragraphs, then pages. and pages. and pages.
In March he gave me a tour of the campus, since I had decided to go the Y. I was instantly drawn to him; there was something about the boyish charm, the delighted smile that would spring to his face, and his calloused hands.
On our first/second (it's debatable) date, I somehow dropped my keys off a cliff. Yeah, it happened. I had to call my mom to bring us the spare to my truck. The rest of the evening went flawlessly: Real Salt Lake soccer game with my family, finishing up by star-gazing/music-listening on the top of my car. (Which we then had to jump at 2 a.m.) I knew there was something special about him from the start.
The next day I was called down to the office at school. I left art history, wondering what mom needed. As I told the receptionist my name, a huge smile overtook her tired face and she handed me....my keys? And this note.
And thus it began.