It wasn't supposed to be like this!

Recently, while unpacking some relics from the wife's childhood, we stumbled upon a memory box that she had put together as a church activity when she was sixteen. Included were some goals she had made for her future, and while anticipating marriage as most Mormon sixteen year old girls do, she wrote a letter to her future husband:



The first thing that caught me off guard was the hearts. The fancy writing would make a good second. As far as I remembered, even when we started dating, my lover had always been a fairly practical girl. Sure, she had her girly moments, like her strange love affair with a rubber frog filled with beads she affectionately calls Keguri ("frog" in Korean), but they were more child-like than girly. Most of the time, she was business-like and sensible, as was appropriate for her future profession she is studying for (managerial accounting), and I appreciated that in her. Why, just the over day, she was griping over lunch about how ridiculously vague the genre "indie" was for anything, and how logically it didn't make sense. Trying to picture my wife as a giddy sixteen year old girl was somewhat of a stretch even for my bountiful imagination.

Either way, we sat down and opened up the letter which she had completely forgotten up until now that she had written, and we began to read.

For the most part, it was pretty prophetic. It seems that when we sit down and dispel the hormonal haze that surrounds us during our teenage years, we can think pretty clearly and show some skill in projecting our futures. One paragraph, though, made us laugh out loud for quite a long time:

"I sure hope English was not your major. It is not my best skill."

I guess she happened to get that prediction right, too, though not in the way she was expecting at the age of sweet sixteen.