
I was committed. Boy, was I committed. And as it turned out one Friday night, I should have been committed.
If you are familiar with musical theater, then you know that the scenes where the whole town is on stage singing

After five days of taking-half-the-day-to-start-the-day, I was ready for a DATE NIG


One such night had started out alright. We had a nice dinner out, even a movie. When we got home, the kids were already tucked in fast asleep. Things were going so well for Prince that he let his guard down. While I disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed, he paused at the computer for a quick check-up on some business. Baaaaaaaaad idea. For some reason that I can’t really explain all these years later, I had got it into my head that getting on the computer was violating the Date Night Prime Directive:
Ye shall not take your eyes or ears off your woman - even after returning to your native environment.
As soon as I realized that I was talking to myself in the bathroom (because of course I was jabbering incessantly) Cinderella morphed into the Wicked Queen.

But hold on -- this is where the magic comes in.
Early the next morning, the phone woke us up. Our stake executive secretary issued a summons for Dale and I to be at the stake president’s office within an hour. Ooooookaaaaay. We by-passed our usual morning kisses and cuddles and got ready saying as little as possible. The moody cloud dampened our spirits all the way to the church and followed us right into the stake office.
President called me in first.
“Sister Z,” he said, “we would like you to speak in our upcoming adult session of stake conference.”
I nodded numbly. Speaking was all right with me and even though I didn’t feel too brilliant at the moment, I had no doubt I could come up with an impressive topic that would wow the congregation.
“What we would like you to speak on is – “
Oh no! An assigned topic?!
He cleared his throat, adding a second to my suspense, then pronounced:

“- strengthening marriage through patience and understanding.”
I went ashen.
I exited. Dale entered. I could not even look him in the eye as we passed.
Four minutes later, he emerged. The door closed behind him.
His head was hanging - so much so that I became concerned. I rose from the couch where I had been waiting.
“What is it honey?”
He lifted his chin to look at me, a tear about to wiggle down his cheek.
“I’m speaking in stake conference.”
“I am too. Did he say what he wants you to talk about?”
“Yes."
We just stood there. I wanted to hold him, and he hold me, but humiliation held us both.
With more than a little awe in his voice, he finally said:
“The importance of romance in marriage.”
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“The marriage that is based upon selfishness is almost certain to fail….The one who marries to satisfy vanity and pride…is fooling only himself. But the one who marries to give happiness as well as receive it, to give service as well as to receive it, and who looks after the interests of the two…will have a good chance that the marriage will be a happy one...
“Love is like a flower

I testify that Father in Heaven is concerned about your marriage. He knows the intimate details; every conversation, every thought, every act. Your success as a couple is his ultimate desire. Becoming one in marriage is a prerequisite to becoming one with Him and the other way around (John 17:11).
...the real “happily-ever-after”.
~WAIT!~

"The Story of Cinderella" by Jim Brickman.
(Especially wonderful with your spouse beside you.)
CHECK THIS OUT: Little girls have ALWAYS been enamored with my son, Grant. A friend finally figured out why: he looks and behaves like a DISNEY PRINCE (lucky Bri)! In addition to singing a beautiful Young Nephi in With Mine Own Hand, Grant performs with BYU's hugely popular VOCAL POINT, performing on BYUTV Feb. 13th: An Uplifting Evening with Bronco Mendenhall.