Thank you, BYU Housing, for putting us in the same ward.
Thank you, red convertible owner, for driving your car into a moat.
Thank you, Larrie Campbell, for having a birthday.
Thank you, Charlotte Bronte, for writing Jane Eyre and giving us something to talk about (and disagree on).
Thank you, Jon Arnett, for making me want to walk in the rain with someone other than you.
Thank you, Susie Richardson, for breaking up with Clark.
Thank you, Andrew Reich and Ted Cohen, for writing the Friends episode about "backups."
Thank you, Natalie Williams, for giving Clark the courage to take a chance.
Thank you, weather, for being so beautiful on May 5, 2001, and letting us play frisbee.
Thank you, Boogie House girls, for having a party.
Thank you, Amie Tuggle, for spilling the secret.
Thank you, Val Kilmer, for giving us The Saint.
Thank you, Steve and Christy, for not killing Clark when he was home past curfew.
Thank you, Correios, for sending Clark's mail and delivering my mail (or at least most of it).
Thank you, Sister Taylor, for delivering a very special package on May 5, 2002.
Thank you, all my ex-boyfriends, for not working out, despite being generally nice people.
Thank you, Guster, for reminding me that, "It'll be OK."
Thank you, Sabrina, for carpooling with me to Provo.
Thank you, Brett, for carpooling with Clark to Salt Lake.
Thank you, Salt Lake Temple, for being available on May 5, 2004.
Thank you, Ben Folds, for writing an awesome song.
But mostly, thank you, Clark, for making the decision so easy.
Because of all of you, this happened:
And I've been ridiculously happy ever since.
I love you, Clark. Happy Anniversary.
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