One night many years ago, my sister and I were sitting in the basement of the home she was currently living in. We were watching In Her Shoes, which was less than memorable because I couldn’t tell you today what it was about. But the company was wonderful.
At about 10 o’clock my cell phone rang. It was my college dance professor, Wendy Bone. “Hey, Whitney, sorry to call so late. I’m in sort of a desperate situation,” she said, “I had an emergency appointment come up tomorrow right in the middle of my classes and I was wondering if you could sub for me.”
This was BIG news! Wendy never asked for my help! Keep your composure Whitney, be cool, “Of course, what do you need me to do?”
“Could you come meet me at the school? I know its late, but it would be much easier to go over the lesson plan with you in person and I won’t have time tomorrow.” I didn’t need to think about it. I apologized to my sister and hopped in the car.
When I arrived at the dance department building, I tried to recall if she had given me a meeting place. I was pretty sure she had said to meet her on the stage, which was strange because her classes were in the studio. But you don’t argue with Wendy. I went to the stage door.
So I went to the studio. Empty. In fact, the whole building seemed to be empty. I was sure she had said the stage, so I went back. This time I saw a faint light coming from right in the middle of the stage. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw him.
Aaron McKee was standing center stage.
My mind couldn’t make sense of this situation, but the unfamiliarity of it made my heart pound as I walked towards him. As I got closer I realized that there was music playing: Goldberg Variations, a classical piano piece Aaron had told me he really loved.
He held my hands, and my entire future flashed before me as I looked into his eyes. While I can’t remember the exact words that he said, I remember the feeling as he asked the most important question I’ll ever hear. And my answer was yes. It may have taken me a few days to realize fully that I had been lied to by Wendy, and that I didn’t ever finish that movie with my sister.
Four short months seemed to drag on forever, and on May 6, 2006, eight years ago today, we were married in the Bountiful, Utah temple and sealed to each other for this life and for all eternity.
I love this man. He has shown me kindness, patience, and Christlike service and selflessness every day of the last 8 years. He makes me laugh. He’s brave when I am definitely not. He allows me to be myself. He has given me 4 beautiful children. I am so proud of the man he is and is becoming (hopefully I have a little something to do with that). I look forward to his future head of thick gray hair!
Happy anniversary Aaron!