We emailed back and forth and looked over each other's
homepages. But soon our messages began to get deep and personal. I'd
never met a woman who was willing to discuss an issue philosophically or
consider an idea which had upsetting implications. At the tender age of
19, Wendy had already chosen to deal with the complexity and uncertainty
of real life.
Yet I'd never met the girl. Finally we saw each other on August 16th,
1996. But before I met her I knew I loved her and wanted to marry her.
Thus we loved before first sight.
It's been a chore to break the news of our relationship to our families
since none of them had seen it happening and we'd only barely met.
They've mostly come around though and have given us their blessing, as
strange as our relationship must seem to them.
Wendy is a miracle. That a sweet, young, bright girl would choose to
trust and love someone with my past and hardness and scepticism isn't
something I understand. Yet it's real, so humbly I accept the challenge
to love her in return."
Date: Tue Jun 18 22:09:38 1996
Subject: Hey Phil
Hello there! It's nice to hear from you--I assumed you never got my
message. I vaguely remember writing you. I found your name on
Cyberfriends one day and decided you sounded like a good guy (you
mentioned you were LDS and that your family/friends mean a lot to
you...we have a lot in common.) Oh ya, the 'Claudia type' was your
description on the kind of females you wanted to befriend. I don't
consider myself a supermodel--but I can hold my own.
You sound like you're fairly busy w/ work and playing...like my life.
I'm holding down two jobs while taking a credit at Ricks. In between, I
dance, waterski, or just talk with friends on evening walks. It is kinda
crazy because I barely have time to sleep. But I love keeping busy.
I am a sophomore at Ricks college majoring in Nursing. I'm excited for
school to start up again because then I will move back into my apt. (I
love my family but I find myself continually asking for patience.)
Although, it seems mighty quiet around here; they all came home for
Father's day weekend (I'm fifth out of seven kids).
Good luck in your job at BYU; sounds pretty cushy (just count your
blessing that you don't have to wake up at 5:30 am to do custodial
work). JK, work is work!! Where do you live, what are your hobbies, what
is your shoe size (WOW, were getting pretty personal here)?
Write back soon,
"Wendy" (my friends call me 'peter')
P.S. Whoops, I didn't intend to write a
novel; that is another thing...I LOVE TO WRITE!
August 16, 1996
"I got to his apartment a little after 11:30 am. I was so nervous I felt
sick, and couldn't sleep the night before. After I knocked, I felt him
pause before opening the door. My heart was going crazy! We said hello
and he invited me in. He was cute! Everything finally fit together. His
looks and voice I knew from pictures and phone calls where now so clear
in person. He was a stranger, yet the inner person I knew and loved.
We hugged awkwardly, side to side, and then sat down on the couch. I was
so nervous, so we decided to walk up to campus. Right after we got out
the door, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "It's so good to
have you here." I was so gone in him, I just put my arm around his waist
as we walked the four blocks to campus. We held hands somewhere in there
too. . .it all happened so naturally and felt right."
Aug. 20, 1996
"Wendy is an incredible woman. I've never met anyone like her. She has
changed a hard, skeptical pessimist into someone who feels loved and who
can love. She is an unforgettable woman: young but wise, warm but allows
total freedom. (She's a very sweet kisser as well, and a sucker for a
good tickle fight.) As strange as it feels to say it, I know it's true:
I love her."
Aug. 18, 1996
Long Distance Love
October 27, 1996
Hello cutie! I wanted to write you a real letter since PowWow fell
through. I'm sorry about that hun. I've got the worst luck with Amy's
computer. When we chat on Thursday :-) I'll probably go home; it'll work
Don't worry about writing a lot; I know you're busy. All I need to keep
me going is a message every once and awhile, if you can...every day.
Doesn't even need to be long, just a "hi". I'll continue writing
whenever I have time through out the day, because I love doing anything
for you. Thank you for telling me that the letters keep you going. I'm
so glad :o)!!
Philip, I know you are a good man. You have a good heart, incredible
integrity, and a humble spirit. You would do anything to make me happy
and this is so important. I feel so special when I'm with you. I want to
do better. I want to be worthy of your love.
You've done so much for me. You encourage me to be myself, to share
opinions, and give my all. You've helped me out of my hell by teaching
me correct principles. You've helped me feel beautiful again. You've
shown me that I can love, even with all my little quirks. You are very
patient with me and I thank you.
I can't believe how only five months ago you weren't a part of my life.
I can't even imagine how it used to be when I was alone and not feeling
our kind of love. It is so special and unique to only us. I hope that
it'll continue to grow.
Phil, I love you. *tears* I feel so much for you. It's deep, sure, and
everlasting. I can't ever imagine losing these feelings that I have. You
mean a lot to me--->so DON'T EVER DOUBT IT! Even when I'm stubborn (I
get that way when I'm upset). You are cute.
Well, Sweetheart...the dishes are calling me. I better go clean them
before they get hard and crusty. Eeeww! Oh guess what! You'll get a
laugh outta this. I pulled some Rhodes Dough out of the freezer and
plopped it in a bread pan without greasing it. So, when it was all done
baking I had to cut around the pan to get it out. The whole mess isn't
even worthy of the term "loaf of bread". So, I just pick at it. LOL
Nope, can't bake...at all. I love you babe. You make my life worthy
living. Have a good day! I love you!!
January 1, 1997
Ricks College Gardens
"I have something for you," Phil said. He got down on one knee, "I
brought you here to ask you to marry me." He opened a box, but I didn't
look at the ring. I gazed into his sweet, humble, pleading face. He took
my hand and asked, "Will you marry me?" My heart was shouting for joy; I
knew my prayers had been answered. My eyes overflowed with tears as I
May 2, 1997
Idaho Falls LDS Temple
Oct. 30, 1997
2 lbs. 5 oz.
"Wendy and Philip"