Adam and Trisha met at an LDS Singles Retreat/Conference up in Granby, CO at the Snow Mountain Ranch. Neither of them were intending on attending. Trisha signed up two weeks before the conference because of her friend Jody, who wanted someone to hang out with and there happened to be one bed left in Jody’s room. Adam's friend Amanda encouraged him to sign up after the deadline had passed and then was extended. She also offered to give him a ride. So he signed up just two days prior to the conference.

The conference was Friday thru Sunday. The first night there was a Western Welcome event. After the square dancing portion, I went to sit at a table next to this cute guy writing in a journal; Adam. He asked if I wanted to read the poem he had just written, which I of course did. I love poetry. I read the poem and really liked it. Adam then read out loud, to our whole table, a poem that made me teary. It was a poem about an angel, When An Angel Walks Beside You. He and I started talking and my friend sat at the table with us, so I introduced her to Adam. It turns out my friend Amanda was also his friend, and had been his ride to the conference! As we talked more, I told him it felt like I'd known him forever, like our souls had known each other. He lived in Littleton and in the old stake I had lived in for 17 years and we had never met. After leaving the main event area, we had to walk on these very uneven paths to another building to get to our rooms. It was very dark outside and we had to find our phone flashlights to help us see the path. Even with those, I could tell Adam was unsteady, so I went up and grabbed his arm to help steady him and walked with him back to the rooms. We talked the entire weekend, although I kept trying to tell myself I was there to meet multiple people and find new friends to hang out with. Saturday night his ride had to leave, so I offered to drive him home on Sunday. Sunday morning a bunch of the singles went to the Granby Branch for sacrament before heading home. On the way there, I started asking Adam if he knew various people in his ward since I had been in the same area for so long. "Do you know?..." Then I got excited and asked "Is there an Elaine Campbell in your ward?!" He replied, "Yes, she's my mom." I was in shock! I've known Elaine for about 16 years, from when she taught my kids' art class in elementary at their charter school! I love her, my boys love her, she loves us! What a crazy coincidence! Sunday after church, we stopped for lunch on the way home and ended up needing to bring my friend Jody to the airport before I could drop Adam off, to ensure she didn't miss her flight. He invited me to hang out at his place when I dropped him off, but I had to pick up my dogs first and get them settled back at home, so he hung out at my place instead. We hung out and talked until 10pm! And we haven't stopped talking since!

Trisha has a soothing, fitting feel to her. Things are tranquil in her presence. I have felt entirely at ease around her from the beginning, which truly is a novel experience as I am rarely calm during first-time meetings with new friends. It's a meaningful and extremely significant thing for me, with my history of a recurring brain tumor and its effects. To me it's a miracle. Trisha is full of faith. In God, in us, and wondrously, in me. She always expresses belief. I don't remember her ever speaking doubtfully about anyone, and it has been so powerful, such a blessed relief. My belief and faith is strengthened and empowered by hers. She constantly holds to hope in the future and in Our future, and it is a tremendous impetus for recollection, a recollection of the innumerable miracles in each of our lives and God's hand in bringing us together. I feel VALUED by Trisha. Her conversation, her touch, her warm embrace. Her genuine emotion, which especially comes out when I am downcast or view myself poorly. It's been a new experience for me, to be with someone who loves and cherishes me, and sees me from such a favorable vantage point. Trisha is a life preserver. Fact - I sink like a rock in water. Trisha's talent for organization is amazing to me. Organized life, organized mind - "thing order precedes thought order," my mom has said, and Trisha is a wonderful example to me of this. To a sometimes scattered writer, both witnessing and being immersed in her world is amazing. Thrilling. Relieving. Freeing. Trisha screams on roller coasters. I found this out after the fact. I was not with her on her Disneyland trip. But we talked each day of her trip and for much of her Disney journey, she was without her voice. She speaks so cute when she really might be resting her voice instead. How grateful I am that we kept up with phone calls during that time frame. Verbal communication is crucial to a relationship after all. Trisha has an amazing healer's touch, something I ache for and have ached for from my beginnings. She takes my hand and I relax. She rubs my shoulders and my near-constant tension ebbs out of me. Wondrous. My desire for Trisha is more than a want, though that is true. More than a need, yet of course I do need to be with her, bring her happiness and serve her. But more than these, for me she's a requirement. God surely knows that, it's part of the reason why she and I are together now. I thank my Father in Heaven for it.