I was 31 when I got married, my wife 28--much later than the typical “Utah County Mormon” timeline. We’d each heard “when ya gonna get married?” plenty of times, as if choosing a spouse is like buying a car. Just go find one you like and sign the papers. Done. But finally, sweet tender mercies, we found each other, got married, and started our life together in Lehi, Utah.
About a month later we saw my friend Adam and his wife in the produce section of the supermarket.
“Have you read the book we gave you yet?” Adam asked.
“Not yet.”
“Read it. Read it together! It’s thought provoking, and will do wonders for your relationship.”