I've been tagged!

Sorry Lani that this took me so long to get to. Like most things, I have good intentions it's just the follow through that is often lacking :-)

How long have you been together? Well...this depends on who you ask. As many of you already know, I was in relationship denial for most of Klint's and mine courtship(I called him my fiancee long before I ever called him my boyfriend). We've known each other since August 2000, and married since August 2001.

How long did you date? This question is a little tricky as well, but I can say for certain that we were friends for eight months before we got engaged.

How old is he? 29 (Big 30 on May 10!)

Who eats more? Klint does unless I'm pregnant.

Who said "I love you" first? This is absolutely horrible, but I cannot remember. I know where we said "I love you" for the first time--sitting in his red truck, parked outside the Logan Temple. I had a Wendy's cup in my hand--very odd I remember that, but not who said it first :-) Another odd detail of our courtship (I told you it was bizarre) we decided to get married before we said "I love you" to each other.

Who sings better? Neither one of us is really big in the singing category.

Who is smarter? Klint is a genius! You think I'm exaggrating, but next time you see him (don't really, it'll embarass him) ask him what his IQ is. I married the smartest person I know.

Who does the laundry? I would like to say me, I really would.....however Klint has done almost all of the laundry since Emily was born. He does the washing, then we both usually fold and put away.....unless you count the last two weeks. The clean clothes are still waiting to be folded in Emily's room....I was going to get to that.......

Who does the dishes? Klint does them most of the time, but I do them too. It's usually who ever sees that they need to be done, does them.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me. Klint sleeps next to the door, which is a bonus (for me) in many ways. I feel safer having him next to the door, and when the boys wake up they always go to Klint first. Have I said how incredibly lucky I am?

Who pays the bills? Me, I handle all the finances.

Who mows the lawn? Some redheaded teenager that our Landlord hired. And in Texas, it's not really grass. It's nice manicured prickly green weeds. Although the temple does have real grass.

Who cooks dinner? Usually me, but yesterday I had a meeting and Klint made the most delicious meatloaf with baked potatoes and corn---yummm!

Who is more stubborn? Me. Although, I don't think either one of us is really that stubborn with each other.

Who kissed who first? This is one of my favorite memories! Klint kissed me first. Three soft little kisses. I cannot help but to smile when I remember that sweet memory. It happened after we bought a christmas tree for my apartment, and he had just spent nearly an hour whittling the trunk down (with a steak knife!) to fit in the tree stand.

Who asked who out? Technically I think I asked Klint out on our first date, to a work Christmas party. But I'm pretty sure I didn't think it was real date. We were best friends and went out to dinner and movies all the time. I'm sure Klint (and everyone else) counted those as dates, but I was still in my relationship denial phase.

Who proposed? Klint proposed (after I gave him three rings for options that he could choose) at a beautiful spot up Logan caynon. We were sitting on top of a picnic table talking. We had started writing in a journal together earlier that week. He handed me the journal and told me he had finally written in it. The entry is something I will always treasure. It talked about how went from acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, to wanting to spend eternity with each other. At the end of the entry he wrote "Can I tell you what my favorite part of today is [that's a question I always asked him]? It's right now, when I ask the woman I love to marry me forever." I looked over at him, so surprised, and then he signed (American Sign Language) "Will you marry me". What a day what a day.

Who is more sensitive? Definitely me, definitely definitely me when I'm pregnant or on my period.

Who has more siblings? Same, although I wish I had a twin too.

Who wears the pants? We both do, although Klint does like to show his knees off in a skirt every once and awhile (he told me to write that).
I feel like I am the luckiest woman in the world. Klint isn't just my husband and my soulmate. He's my best friend. I have more fun with him than anyone else in the world. I am often too selfish with him, I cherish every minute we get to spend together and am so excited when he retires and gets to be with me every day.