Not so long ago I was waiting until the twelfth of never. It began just thirty six years ago in 1971 that Dad went into the MTC. He left two weeks later to the Texas North Mission. Since it was just a few days before Valentines, he gave me a tiny silver heart necklace with a pearl attached. I looked for the necklace (it's somewhere), but couldn't find it. These are our pictures that he kept of me on his night stand & his official missionary photo.
The two years he was away seemed like forever. Our theme song became, "The Twelfth of Never" which I often sang while driving to work, school or where ever.
I remember going to the first Home and Garden Show the week he left. I joined a missionary club of other gals waiting for their guys, and even became the president. Finishing college, working, dating, and keeping busy passed the time away until he returned home the end of January 1973. Grandma & Pa Schmidt picked him up, touring Carlsbad Caverns and other sites along the way.
It's been a great journey with my true love these many years. It certainly has flown as we married, had a family, build two homes, made many friends, was blessed tremendously, traveled the country and stayed close to our Heavenly Father. I can truly say I am so much better for having married your father 'until the twelth of never, and that's a long long time.







