The 22-month remodel of the Atlanta Temple was just completed. My dad was put on the Temple Re-dedication Committee with the specific task to invite sports VIPs and news crews in the Atlanta area to the reception/temple tour in an effort to create as much publicity for temple as possible. To help the buzz, present would be just a couple Hall of Famers. Father invited me to help. I agreed. Because helping, meant meeting this:
You see, I believed I was destined to be his wife. And I don't think you can understand how completely serious I am when I say this. Ever since I was a wee girl, I knew I was going to marry him. When I started at BYU, he was still single. Because he was waiting for me. I went to a Fireside my first weekend on campus, and he was in attendance. It was fate, I was certain. Then a few months later I learned he was getting married. To someone other than myself. I was devastated. And so, you see, I deserved this moment. Just me and Steve. My teenage dreams turning to reality. Even if only fleeting.
(PS, obviously my real husband is the actual man of my dreams. I just didn't know it at the time)
I gave myself the assignment of escorting Mr. Young to his various interviews with the news crews. It was sort of heavenly.
And I was a full creepster stalker. Not ashamed.
Also in attendance was Mr. Martin Luther King, III. He's sort of a big deal.
Dale Murphy, Steve Young, and Mr. King walking out from the tour of the temple.
Mr King and Elder Giddens
Some random dude, Stevie, Elder Giddens, and The Murph
I wasn't the only creepster present
Daddy and The Murph
Who, by the way, was a super awesome dude. And quite possibly the most beloved man to ever walk on Atlanta soil. People were obsessed with him. Which was quite convenient for me and that other VIP.
I am still on cloud nine.
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