In the fall of 2001 I sat in a darkened movie theatre next to the cutest boy in my ward.

He was wedged in between me and another girl.

I was sure he liked the other girl.

I could barely concentrate on the movie I was so excited to sit

next

to

HIM!

I had only been in London for about a month, and had been invited to see Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone with a big group of people. There was this guy who I had my eye on (as did several other girls) and lo and behold he was in this gang of people who’d come to see the movie.

I was so excited to sit next to him.

(did I mention how excited I was?)

He was a dream!

Fast forward 10 years, and 8 Harry Potter films later — last film of the series, different continent, smaller theatre,

same

darling

boy.

Only this time we held hands during the movie.

As we walked home I listened as he analyzed the film.

Now I am the mother of his children.

Awesome, no?

I think so!

Thanks J.K. Rowling. We have enjoyed the ride.