At just twelve years old, I sat down and wrote a list of qualities my future husband must have. Finding it now, it almost makes me laugh -- Jake is my idea of perfection.
"Qualities of my future husband (2008):
- He must be a returned missionary
- He has to be weird too
- He has to take me to the temple
- He has to like college football and BYU
- He must love God and me
- He better be able to cook a turkey on Thanksgiving (I had a traumatic childhood experience. I can't even be in the room with the turkey.)
- and I really hope he's handsome."
Needless to say, I couldn't believe my eyes when I stumbled upon Jake. I don't know what it was, but I NEEDED to know him. I had never felt that way before.
We became best friends after our first conversation. All it took was a couple late night phone calls before I realized I was madly in love with everything about him. He was everything I had dreamed of and more.
After we had been dating for about five months, we both knew there was no other person we wanted to share forever with. And that's when I started to get worried -- I had never told Jake about my irrational fear of turkey. What if he didn't want to marry me because I was too afraid to cook a proper thanksgiving meal?
One night, while Jake was driving me home from his house, I confessed my fear to him. As he pulled into the driveway, he started laughing. "Mckensie," he said, "I've been cooking my family's turkey for a couple of years now. And I have to say I make a pretty mean turkey. So don't you worry about anything, my sweet girl. God had this all planned out."
So there you go. After that night, I simply could not doubt it. It just so happens that my irrational fear of not-being-a-good-wife-because-I-can't-cook-a-thanksgiving-turkey led me to find the most perfect man in the whole world. And good heavens, am I excited for our first thanksgiving together. I'll be thanking Heavenly Father for my hot turkey-cookin RM.
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