
Steve and I have been married for about 8 1/2 years now and have 6 kids! For those of you who didn't know us then, this is our story. In 1999, I was divorced, with 2 children and lived with my parents. My ex-husband was a pain and I had to deal with him. Through the prodding of a friend, I went to play volleyball on a Wednesday night in August. It was with the older singles. Austin and Justin went with me, so my nerves were shot and the boys were very busy!
It was a difficult time for me, because I really was to old for the younger singles and not quite old enough for the older singles. They were welcoming to me and the boys.
Not long after that, I started dating this guy I had met online. He seemed nice, not nutty and we dated for awhile. During that time, I continued to play volleyball and started to attend the church meetings with the singles ward. They assigned me hometeachers - Steve Martin and on occassion Steve Randall would come as well.
My first husband and I were not married in the Temple.
In August 1999, I made a decision to go through the Temple with my brother Sean. He was going on his mission. I asked Sean if that would be ok and it was. The only other ones I told were my Mom and Dad. I didn't want to disappoint anyone in case I changed my mind.
The Sunday before we went to the Temple, I told my very pregnant sister, Kelli what my plans were. I didn't want to be the cause of early labor! I had planned to go through orientation with my Mom. Right before the meeting, she excused herself to go to the restroom. When she returned she was holding someone's hand who I couldn't see yet and much to my delight it was my Grandma (my 2nd mom). I will never forget seeing all my loved ones on that day in that special place! It was such a special day.
On Easter Sunday, April 12th, Steve was to sing "O, Lord My Redeemer." He almost didn't, because he didn't feel ready, but he felt impressed that he should, because someone there needed to hear it. He did. He did a wonderful job. I remember thinking - hmmm. Steve.
The Wednesday after Easter, I went to play v-ball. On Thursday volleyball was more competitive and I decided to go and watch. The 'guy' was supposed to call that night, but I thought I would just talk to him at another time. When I got home, I got a phone call from the guy. He said I was a liar, because I wasn't where I said I was going to be when I said I would be there. I had told him I would be home and he was going to call me. Yes, I dumped him that night!
The singles ward had a campout in April and Steve and I drove up together with the boys. It provided us the opportunity to talk and get to know each other more. I liked what I saw and how he was with my children. Less than two weeks after Steve and I started dating, I knew I would marry him. He did too. He just wanted to wait a full month to propose!
When Steve told his Dad about me, his Dad asked if I had short dark hair. George had had a dream about the girl Steve would marry and at that time I did have short dark hair!
On October 21, 2000, Steve Randall married me. With one word - he gave up his bachelor days, gained a wife, 2 small boys, the ex-husband, a mortgage, the lack of sports center and March Madness. All because he sang a song on an Easter morn. I will forever me grateful to him for doing so. He is my best friend. Truly knows who I am and still loves me.