Stephenson Family Ties

“…it hadn’t been easy for Fanny to give
Up her dreams, so he made it a point to
wait on her at least once a day, as if she
were a princess…”
From: Fanny’s Dream
By: Caralyn Buehner

Truth be told, my adolescent dreams were far less spectacular than my reality now!!! Somehow I didn’t come equipped with a “scope of imagination” like other chicks I knew in my teenage years. I had imagination for fantasy reading and science fiction, but… the possibilities for my own future???....I didn’t wander through those realms when I was young. I lived from day to day when I was a burgeoning, naïve whippersnapper. I speculate that this may have had something to do with not understanding or knowing that there was a ‘plan’ or design to all the froth and bubble we call life. (those of you that have always had a firm grasp of the “big picture” assuredly don’t comprehend such a limited scope. But that’s where I lived for quite a few years.)
As soon as light and knowledge were introduced to my bosom, suddenly dreams and aspirations entered me too!!
Now you may be wondering what all this mumbo jumbo has to do with the letter “E”??? Or what it has to do with being treated like a princess…..
Im just attempting to establish a foundation for the telling of my personal Prince Charming tale!
Once again, Im going to enjoy expounding about my Builder Extraordinaire, my Eternal companion and how Divine “ENTER” vention played its role!!
So remember- When I was young, I didn’t have grown-up dreams, 2nd- I havent sacrificed or given up a thing in my life with my most Excellent Builder. Its been all about the gravy and blessings. Having stated this, I will continue with my tale.
Sometimes, when I hike, I find myself lost in reverie. Even though I may have a string of a half a dozen tired, hesitant hikers trailing behind me, I often still find myself reflecting on my life. More often than not, I marvel at how blessed I have been. More precisely, I feel such gratitude for having such a good man at my side. Which leads me to immediately marvel at how this union came into being. My Builder often jokes about spotting me across the masses at the Union Building at USU. (there is an admission right there that he was first attracted to me by my appearance.) But it couldn’t have taken very long for Young Builder to discover that there was much more to this California girl than a long set of legs.
Expeditiously he had to realize that -
-I was quite free spirited-thus a handful.
-I was unknowledgable in “churchy” things.
-I was a little tainted.
-I was slightly rebellious.
-I was stubborn.

Sure, I was also tall and lithe.
I was well bronzed.
I could play a wicked game of racket ball
I was tantalizing for a Utah boy!
I looked good in short shorts and sandals.
And I was well read.
But…..
Was I wife material for a conservative Mormon boy?
Im here to say that NOTHING, no Nothing, could have overcome the sensibilities of my wise, methodical Builder, to marry such as I, unless there was Divine “Enter”vention involved!! Nothing could have caused Builder Bob to propose to me after only knowing me for a week-that’s right, only a week, except for the Spirit slamming into our hearts and minds that this was the right thing to do!!!


My Builder doesn’t buy a socket wrench without checking it out thoroughly and doing some major comparative shopping!! How is it he bought me hook, line and sinker!!??
Its called Divine “enter’vention. The spirit entered in!!
What I Know:
An unlikely pair in the beginning, becomes something of great worth in the end.
Thank heavens for Divine Enter’vention.
My Builder has had to rely on the memory of that intervention on many an occasion; when I have tried his patience and his sanity to the limit.
Only the Spirit can intervene in my Builders rational behavior.
My Builder Prince rubs my feet!! I am the Princess!!