A Year Ago...

Today is the 1 year anniversary of the day Scott and I met. I can't help but smile when I remember that fateful night, Tuesday, November 21, 2006. So here's our story:
Our mutual friends, Catherine and Steven, (they're married now :) ) decided to throw a little dinner party. The night before Catherine called me, trying to get me to come. She told me Scott Shoell would be there - a little flirting never hurt anyone! I wasn't overly thrilled about going, but I told her I'd be there.
Once at the party, Scott and I didn't really even acknowledge each other's existence for the first hour or so while we were all cooking. We ended up being seated by each other at the table and began talking. That, as they say, was that. We chattered on and on and found interesting things that we have in common. During dinner, a certain ex-girlfriend kept texting him and the rest of the us at the party were trying to tell him not to answer since she was a manipulative little....ahem. Anyway, I grabbed his phone from him saying that I was going to text her back and say something mean. I didn't - instead, I texted myself from his phone so I had his number
Like I said, we chattered on and on and it was so surprising how much we had in common. When I got home that night "something" kept telling me to text him. I fought it and fought it, thinking that would be WAY too forward and stupid. I finally gave in. (He told me later he was kinda hoping I would text him!)
We texted back and forth all the next day, and the day after that (which was Thanksgiving) and the day after that... and then Saturday we went together to a BYU game watching party. We were together literally every day after that. We were the best of friends and had so much fun together, but we were just friends. He was coming out of a pretty tough relationship, and I was still kinda stuck on a guy I'd gone out with a few times.
After a couple of week of being inseparable friends, my dear mother, as casually as she could, mentioned she hadn't seen me so happy and heard me giggle so much in years. (and if you know me at all you know that that is significant!) I pondered this, and realised that I was happy and it was mostly due to Scott. Despite my will to fight it, I began to really like him; but I didn't want to ruin the friendship.
Unknown to me, Scott's mother told him the exact same thing that my mother said to me. He told me later that he was also fighting the idea, also not wanting to ruin the friendship.
Saturday, Dec. 8th: We decided to go up to Salt Lake City to see the lights at Temple Square and the movie at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. Once in Salt Lake, we were running quite late for the film. Since Scott is 6'3 and half and I'm barely 5'4, I have to switch to a quick trot to keep up with his long legs. Apparently I wasn't keeping up enough, so he grabbed my hand and dragged me along. Being the complete dunce that I am, I didn't think anything of it. I just knew I have short legs and his are long and we were late.
While we walked around Temple Square to see the lights he took my hand again. This time it startled me a bit; but I didn't want to read too much into it.
Later we went to the Gateway to shop around a bit and I mentioned it - and he said, "and you notice I took your hand and didn't let go?".
And that was that!
By the way, we're still best friends! :)