So I was bored online tonight and so I decided to look at our old family website. Mark had written a couple of "posts." I want to put them on our blog before they accidentally got erased. The first post on how we met is one of the first things that Mark put on the website. He wrote this story for our entry into the "Almost Newlywed Game" that the Standard Examiner hosts twice a year (and yes, we won)! I am glad that Mark wrote it down so that we have it. Life has been so crazy and busy ever since we met. We have now been married 4 years! We have a son that both of us never thought we would be so lucky to have as our own, and one more on the way. We are very blessed. Mark was recently gone this last week on a business trip, and it was such a long week! I just wanted to express my gratitude for him and his hard work. I wish that our routine was a little bit different at home, but having him gone made me realize that he helps me more than I know. I am glad that we met... How We Met | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| (The following story was published in the Ogden Standard Examiner Newspaper for a chance to be on the Almost-Newlywed Game.) A terrible noise had plagued my house for a week or so. I didn't realize what it was until one day my roommate said it was the new girl upstairs. Her '89 Dodge Caravan was the loudest thing on four wheels. I heard this girl many times before I actually saw her. But one day, backing out of my driveway to go to work, I caught a glimpse of her. She wasn't anything like I imagined. She was beautiful! She drove an uglier-than-sin minivan, but she was beautiful still the same! Go figure!
When I pulled into work I was still thinking about the "minivan girl," when a coworker greeted me outside. "Hey, do you remember my babysitter I tried to set you up with six months ago and you turned me down," he said. "Yeah! (I hate getting set up, it's like someone saying, "Hey, you're pathetic, so I'll try and help you out." He continued, "Well, she just moved in above your apartment."
"What?" I said. "Does she drive an uglier-than-sin minivan?" "I think so, but anyhow, she just got a job here." I have heard of fate, but instead of shaking my hand it was slapping me in the face. Was fate throwing this girl at me? As I sat pondering the irony, he interrupted, "Do you want me to set you up again?" I was hesitant. "No, I better do it this time." I said. Sure enough, the girl I met upstairs at work that day was the girl that drove the infamous minivan. Her name was Alison. I introduced myself and in a short time (after I got the courage), asked her out.
The only way I can describe our first date was like walking into a memory. There was something familiar about every aspect of Alison and the entire night was filled with laughter and feelings of "good." Besides being a die-hard scrap-booker, Alison was my dream girl. I didn't tell her that night, but I knew I was done looking. After 27 years of living, I had finally met the girl I wanted to call my own. On February 26th, after five months of dating, I took her to Memory Grove in Salt Lake City to "do the deed". In my hand was a book and in my sock was the ring, (For hiding purposes). We walked around and then sat down together on a bench. I gave her the book which had three blank pages in it. One said "Family" one said "Laughter" and one said "Eternity." The fourth page said, "Mark Andrew Jenkins and Alison Paige Mellies were engaged at Memory Grove on February 26th, 2005." As she read that page, she became very quiet and I dropped a knee and pulled the ring out of my sock. I asked her if she would help me fill the pages of the scrapbook. Between the tears and the laughter she managed a "Yes." The End (Or in this case, The Beginning)
Alison here... ok, yes. I drove an 89' Dodge Caravan during highschool until I bought my car in December of 2004. Not quite the stylin' car a single person wants to be driving around. BUT, it helped me to be able to pay for school, and save up to buy my own car. So even though I hated it at the time, I am grateful for that uglier-than-sin minivan. :) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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