September 24 has been a celebrated day in my life for twelve years. September 24, 1978 is Jed's birthday. I've considered that day to be one of the most important days in the history of the world for a long time.
(photo courtesy of Hazel)
I picked Jed out early. As a freshman, he was new to the public school system, funny, cute, talented, and respectful. He even opened doors for girls! I liked him from the start. The problem was, I had older friends and cousins who also attended Provo High. When they found out I had an eye on Jed, they teased us both until we were so embarrassed, we pretended we didn't notice each other in the halls.
To make a long story short, mocking folks graduated, we wrote letters to each other, Jed told me he wanted to marry me, Jed was boneheaded for a time, Jed recognized his idiocy (I've forgiven him, I just won't let him live it down), Jed and I became very best friends who also happened to like kissing each other.
I fell in love with Jed for many reasons--some are mentioned above--but what it ultimately came down to was that I was so happy around him. What a romantic! Dates with Jed were so different from my other dinner-and-a-movie dates. He read Winnie-the-Pooh (with all the voices) by the fire or on the tramp, we made homemade desserts and pizzas, we watched old movies and danced to old music. I truly loved being with him and he took such good care of me.
Jed and I have been married for seven years and I can say more than ever, I truly love being with him. He not only takes good care of me, but Hazel and Parley too. I am never happier than I am watching him love them--and he adores them. I am thrilled that they have him as their dad. I am so proud of him as an artist and as a provider, but more than anything I am proud of him as a father.
September 24, thanks for bringing Jed. I love him more than he knows.