On December 27, 1975 around 11:00 a.m. Alan and I gazed into each other's eyes as we knelt across the altar from each other in a sealing room of the Provo Temple to be sealed together as husband and wife.I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember holding Alan's hand in the waiting area prior to going into the sealing room, wanting the time to pass more quickly so we could finally be united together as husband and wife. My thoughts rushed back to all the fun times, serious discussions, and spiritual experiences we had shared together over the previous ten months as we dated and got to know each other better. There were no doubts in my mind that this was where I should be and this man sitting next to me was the man I should marry.
No organ music accompanied me, nor did I walk down any aisle. Instead I walked with God through His corridors and a song of of gladness filled my whole being. I carried no bouquet of flowers, but I didn't have to. I carried something more precious -- the promise of God. I didn't even have any bridesmaids by my side and my father didn't give me away. No, I had the angels at my side and I wasn't given away, but I was received by my Heavenly Father -- a prospect for His kingdom. What a glorious and beautiful day it was for me and for Alan and we accepted each other as eternal companions.
Now, thirty-four years have gone by and our love is even deeper and the covenants we made in the temple have more meaning. The children that have joined our family have brought added blessings and complete the love that Alan and I have for each other. I hope that the next thirty-four years will bring as much joy and fulfillment as the last thirty-four have.
