Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The truth

This is what really happened the first time we met. First of all, we were not in a room, we were in a parking lot. Second of all it is significant to note that the most important part of the scene in question is that we were surrounded the entire night by hot rods. I was there accompanied by my good friend Richie. I was dressed in my chick magnet shirt. I had been on the dance floor ( parking lot) for approx. 15 minutes. At which point Richie and I were located at the south end of the dance floor. And after having gotten down and dirty, for a few songs, a slow song came on.
As every young man knows, this is a premium opportunity to meet the ladies. Looking as awesome as awesomeness would permit, Richie and I began to scope out the prospects, a well known ritual in the life of a 15 year old boy. In a single glorious moment, the crowd parted ever so slightly to attract my attention to the farthest end of the parking lot. Where a beam of light came from an unknown source to illuminate an angelic figure that had never come across my field of vision before. Within a matter of mili-seconds, the crowd closed and while desperately trying to maintain line of vision, I announced to Richie, " I found mine."
As quickly as I could, I attempted to make my way around the dance floor. The personage would come in and out of sight until by some miracle we met half way in between. No words were necessary as our eyes were locked in the telepathy of our love. After I memorized every lock of her curly red hair and captured her scent with as much precision as my nose could muster, I took her by the hand and we danced. Not once, not twice, but three times we did dance that night.
Our third dance was the last song of the night. I scrambled to find a pen and paper and asked, "Number?" She replied, "Ya sure, hold on a sec." Then backed away from me and performed several back hand springs in a row. This was the first time I realized she was wearing blue camo pants. As she returned I said, "Never mind the number, I will just follow you home." She replied, "Sorry I am grounded, so here is my number and email, don't call me for three months."
The rest of the story is basically about me looking down every street, behind every picture, and under every car trying to find that flippin red headed angel in camo pants.

~Denton Scott

Pictures of our 8 year journey!

Us at Denton's Senior Prom!

Us at a church dance, I believe Denton's junior year!

Denton's Highschool Graduation!

Summer before Denton's Mission!

One of our first dances together!

8 Years and still in LOVE

Today is mine and Denton's 8 year anniversary! Well, since we started dating that is. I can't believe how fast time goes! It just seems like yesterday when we met at the tri-stake dance in Yuba City. He saw me across a crowded room, and made his way over to ask me the question that changed our lives forever....."Will you..... dance with me?" We were hooked to each other ever since!
Now 8 years later, we are married and have our first girl on the way! And we still are madly in love. Life couldn't be more wonderful. ( well maybe if we didn't live in Utah..haha)
Denton... I love you, and I am so grateful to have you in my life! Thanks for all you do for me and for our family!