I just want to say how grateful I am that I have Nick. I don't know how many of you know our story, so I wanted to share it with you.
I was going through a rough time, I had been dumped four times in a row, all four times for no reason at all, one of the times having been cheated on. I was finally starting to like being single, and had resolved not to date. I was the chorister and choir director in my ward and right around the time I swore off men, this weird and slightly creepy red headed kid joined my choir. I could tell he liked me, and I was SO not interested. After about a month of being in my choir, he finally spoke to me, he managed to string a couple of sentences together before I had to "get going." About a month after that he asked me out, and my policy on dating was that everyone got a first date and a chance to prove my first opinion of them wrong, so I said yes. He took me to a baseball game... I hate baseball. He also didn't tell me what team the Angels would be playing, and I just happend to be wearing the colors of the other team. Oops. I got to know him a little better, and we got along well, but I still didn't really want anything to do with him. Poor kid. He was persistent though. He always made sure that if he was going to do something with his friends that I was invited. He also went to every single activity he thought I might be at and kept coming to choir (even though he really can't sing), and he even bought a season pass to Disneyland so he'd have an excuse to talk to me. After about a month of this, he found out my birthday was coming up, so he went into my mom's flower shop and ordered a huge arrangement to be delivered to me at work. My mom asked me who he was, and gave me the usual run down about the "men in my life" - how old is he (25), is he going to school (yes, cal poly Pomona for civil engineering), does he have a job (he works for a large engineering firm as an intern), where did he serve his mission (south Texas, Spanish speaking) and then asked me why I didn't like him... I didn't have an answer.
I couldn't explain why I didn't like this guy who was so easy to talk to, had a testimony, was going to school, had a good job, had a plan, and was practically in love with me. This was all so new to me. Usually I went for really old losers who were still delivering pizza or selling pest control and not in school with no plan for the future, and I was chasing them. I just didn't understand why I couldn't make myself like him. Then one night, a couple of weeks after my birthday, he invited me to his house with a group of people to watch a movie. At this point I had used every excuse in the book, so I said yes. Conveniently for him, everyone else had an excuse, so when I got to his house, it was just us two... great...
About halfway through the movie, he started to put his arm around me, and I just rolled my eyes and thought, what the heck... why not just let him do it, and when he did, it felt like home. By the time the movie ended we were snuggled close and I suggested we watch another movie because I didn't want him to let go of me. Since that night, we have been inseparable. Three weeks after that first night together, we said "I love you" for the first time:
Kim: "Can I ask you a question?"
Nick: "Sure, what is it?"
K: "Are you in love with me?"
N: "Yes, I think I am. Yes, I love you"
K: "Okay, good, because I think I love you too."
Three months after that we were engaged (he proposed at Disneyland because he said that was the place where he first realized that he loved me) and then five months after that we were married in the San Diego Temple.
I am just so incredibly grateful that he was drawn to me from the first time he saw me, the first Sunday I was in the Murrieta singles branch and President Mattson called me up to bear my testimony. I am grateful that he had the courage and the tenacity to keep inviting me and talking to me even though everytime he did he got rejected (and believe me, it was like every weekend). And I am so grateful for all the mistakes and failed relationships the Lord put in my path so that when Nick found me and I finally took down my walls and let him in, that I could tell the difference between him and the others who had treated me so badly. When Nick and I got engaged, I had one of my exes tell me that he was happy for me, and that he wished he could have seen what a gem I was when he had dated me. He told me that I was now the standard he judged girls against and that I was more amazing than I knew. How grateful I am that the Lord saw fit to cloud his eyes. Though it was painful at the time, looking back, I don't think I would have given Nick the time of day if not for guys like Apollo, Chris, Garrett, Eric, Taylor, and Will.
The Lord prepares us all in different ways for different things. The Gospel helps me see that every mistake, every bump in the road, every time your heart is broken, everytime you fall and are unsure if you'll be able to get back up... its all preparation for something bigger, something greater than you could have had if you hadn't had those experiences that made you strong. Nick has told me before that part of him knew that he loved me that very first time he saw me, and that's what kept him going each time I turned him down, and I think after that first date, part of me knew that we would be great together if I would let him in. I think I was scared - scared that I might actually get what I wanted for once. And you know what? I did.