{"id":7,"date":"2000-11-29T09:55:45","date_gmt":"2000-11-29T13:55:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glorajean.com\/content\/2000\/11\/29\/how-we-met\/"},"modified":"2000-11-29T09:55:45","modified_gmt":"2000-11-29T13:55:45","slug":"how-we-met","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.glorajean.com\/content\/?p=7","title":{"rendered":"How We Met"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Glorajean&#8217;s Story<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image9\" src=\"http:\/\/glorajean.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/10\/wemet.jpg\" alt=\"The Moment We First Met\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">It started out as one of my normal     Wednesday routines, early morning institute meetings and then some studying in the     Institute lounge. This Wednesday I was particularly intent on getting some reading (that I     was quite behind on) caught up. I wasn&#8217;t going to let anything distract me and was     determined to keep focused on my reading. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that     someone sat down in the chair next to me, but I kept reading. Then a few seconds later I     saw a flash (from a camera I figured, but I didn&#8217;t think they were taking a picture     directly of me and paid little heed to it). However, after the second flash (and I&#8217;m told     it was actually the third flash) I knew something was going on, especially when I noticed     that the person that had sat by me was snickering. I looked up at him and innocently     asked, &#8220;Did someone just take my picture?&#8221;     He then went to explain that it had been Brother Church and that he had been taking some     pictures for a project he was working on and had asked him to sit next to &#8220;Gloria?&#8230;     No,&#8221; he corrected himself, &#8220;I believe he said Glora.&#8221; I informed him he had     heard right and was quite impressed that he&#8217;d remembered, it isn&#8217;t the easiest name to     remember, especially the first time you hear it. I then asked what his name was and he     paused for a minute, cracked a darling joke (I adore a good sense of humor), and then he     told me his name was Ryan. We didn&#8217;t have much time to talk but the conversation was     enjoyable. He also mentioned that he thought he knew what Brother Church was up to (I     figured that he was probably right). I felt something different about Ryan, and in just     the few moments we&#8217;d talked I felt like I&#8217;d learned a lot from him and about him&#8230; his     spirituality, his sense of humor, his rugged good looks, and his overall aura impressed     me. I was excited when he gave me a business card and casually mentioned- but mentioned     twice- that I should e-mail him. I knew from that first encounter that he could easily     become one of my nearest and dearest friends and I think deep inside I hoped that some day     it might be more than that&#8230; it was a wonderful first impression&#8230; and with time the     impression has only gotten better and better. I&#8217;m so very thankful that Brother Church     &#8220;tricked&#8221; us into meeting each other!<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><em>Ryan&#8217;s Recounting<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image9\" src=\"http:\/\/glorajean.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/10\/wemet.jpg\" alt=\"The Moment We First Met\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">It was November 29th, 2000. I was     visiting with Brother Church about something or another at the Orem Institute of Religion.     It happened that this day we were visiting in the main office. He looked out the window     toward the lobby, and casually interjected into the conversation the question, &#8220;Do     you see that girl sitting right out there reading?&#8221; I looked to the direction he was     looking, and to my viewpoint, there were two young ladies sitting &#8216;right out there     reading.&#8217; I made some comment asking if he was referring to the one dressed in     yellow. This was apparently not the right person, and he resumed talking upon the topic we     had been discussing previously.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">A few minutes later, our topic ended, he     sparked with an idea. He asked me if I was familiar with an advertising project he was     working on for the Institute. Even though I was, he explained to me that he was attempting     to get photos of students around the institute doing different things, and wanted me to go     and sit next to that girl out in the lobby. I was instructed to pick up an Ensign magazine     and pose for the photo.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">Not suspecting anything, I did as I was     told. I opened to a page, posed a bit for the camera, and observed Brother Church walk     around the two of us, taking about three pictures.     As the second picture was being snapped, it occurred to me that although there were other     students in the lobby, he was only photographing the two of us. I was also surprised that     the lady next to me had not so much as flinched when the camera flashed. The third photo     was taken, which only the two of us as the subjects, and then it was confirmed in my mind     what Brother Church was trying to do. He didn&#8217;t really want our photos for the ad&#8230;     he wanted us to make an introduction. I began to laugh to myself under my breath. Brother     Church flashed a satisfied smile as he walked around the corner and disappeared down a     hallway.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">It was at this point that the beauty next     to me stirred. She looked up at me, out of a daze, and asked, &#8220;Did somebody just take     my picture?&#8221; I briefly explained to the stranger what had just happened, adding my     conclusion that I think he wanted us to make an introduction.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">We exchanged names and began conversing.     She explained that she had learned good study \/ concentration skills from living in a     family with 7 other siblings. I told her about how Brother Church had tried in the past to     &#8220;set me up,&#8221; but admitted that this was certainly the most subtle of any he had     done up to that point. Our initial conversation probably lasted about 10 minutes, as I had     a class to go off to. But it was a wonderful conversation, and there was something that     immediately clicked there, unlike normal first encounters. I gave her my business card,     and invited her to e-mail me if she would like. She said she would do so.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I went to my class, and afterward I     slipped into Brother Church&#8217;s office. He was not there, so I typed a note for him and     left it on his computer screen. The note answered some of the topics he and I had talked     about that morning, and casually asked him what he knew of this &#8220;Glora&#8221; girl     that he had introduced me to that morning.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I received later that day, two e-mails,     at about the same time. One was from Brother Church, with a glowing report and testimony     of her goodness, talents, and person; The other was a friendly greeting from Glorajean     herself. And that was the story of our introduction.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><em>Brother Lewis Church&#8217;s Telling<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image9\" src=\"http:\/\/glorajean.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/10\/wemet.jpg\" alt=\"The Moment We First Met\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I was in the process of putting together     a full color flyer to advertise the Institute. It was to include a cropped version of     &#8220;Lost No More&#8221; a lovely painting of the Savior overseeing some lambs. I wanted     to include some local reality photos of students in classrooms, students involved in a     service project and students just lounging around and relaxing in the Institute building.     I had a camera in my suit coat pocket as I sat at a secretary&#8217;s desk in the main Institute     office. Ryan was in the office visiting generally with Sister Riley and with me. I looked     out of the office window and saw Glorajean sitting in the lobby in one of two side-by-side     chairs quietly reading. I said to Ryan, &#8220;See that cute girl with the long, dark,     curly hair? Go sit in the chair next to her and I&#8217;ll take your picture for this flyer I&#8217;m     working on.&#8221; Obediently Ryan, strode out to the lobby and sat in the vacant chair. I     followed a minute or two later and knelt down about 3 or 4 feet away from Gj and took two     flash pictures. Neither of you moved or blinked. I then got to my feet and walked into the main lounge and took some pictures of     some more students.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">Unfortunately, I was unable to use the     pictures of Ryan and Gj because she was looking down into her book in such a way that her     hair blocked the view of her face. I had to use other photos for my flyer. Ryan told me a     day or so later that after I took the pictures, Gj turned to him and said: &#8220;Did     somebody just take our picture?&#8221; Ryan responded &#8220;Yes.&#8221; This brief question     and briefer answer led to a conversation which included exchange of e-mail addresses and     eventually long conversations, and eventually (I surmise) a kiss or two. Both Ryan and Gj     dropped in at my office with some regularity with the excuse to see what I was doing, when     in reality they wanted to see what each had told me about the other. I did my best to be a     good messenger boy, and to fill in the blank spots with as much information and     encouragement as I could dream up. It was all downhill from there. Ah! love! Ain&#8217;t it     grand? And may they live happily ever after!<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">LRC<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Glorajean&#8217;s Story It started out as one of my normal Wednesday routines, early morning institute meetings and then some studying in the Institute lounge. This Wednesday I was particularly intent on getting some reading (that I was quite behind on) caught up. 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