Girls marry men like their fathers

A friend of mine recently told me after I told her that Kate was her daddy's girl, "Now, no pressure to Dave, but studies show that the largest predicting factor in the kind of man a woman will marry is her father and how he treats her." Not that I have anything to worry about. I married a man a lot like my own dad, and in all of the best ways. One of the best ways that they are similar is that they are both worthy priesthood holders. It's been a wonderful blessing in my life. I often ache for sisters in my various wards that for whatever reason do not have a priesthood holder in their homes.
One of my first memories of gaining testimony of priesthood power happened when I was . . . 9 or 10 maybe? My baptism and confirmation were wonderful, but this experience was different. We were visiting our Christensen cousins in Nevada. I remember those kids seeming to have an affinity for karate/martial arts types of things. I was downstairs in their home doing whatever I thought karate was with Katie and Peter when one of them accidentally smacked me in the face really hard with their forearm. It hurt quite a bit. My jaw felt particularly wrong and it didn't feel better after a couple of hours like I would have expected a minor injury to.
Mom suggested that I could have a priesthood blessing. I quickly agreed to that plan and we asked dad to give me a blessing. I imagine Uncle Jim participated. I don't at all remember the words of the blessing, but I do remember that within minutes the throbbing subsided. It was evening by that time, so I went to bed soon after. When I woke up in the morning the pain was gone completely.
I'm profoundly grateful for a father (and mother) who honored and respected priesthood power, and who lived and continues to live in such a way that he stands ready at any moment to use that power to bless his own family as well as other families. I'm also grateful that I married a man just like him in that regard.

Proposal memory from Angela

Note from Rachael: This response was for the May prompt and arrived to me today via snail mail. Another totally acceptable way to share a submission. I thought this story was cute. I had never heard it before.

At first I thought that Darrin was going to ask me to marry him at this restaurant called Coppermill (after he did propose he told me that had been his plan, but the ring wasn't ready). A few days later he told me that we were going to go roller skating, but instead he surprised me by taking me to the Logan temple (in front of the gate anyway) and parked. The next thing he did was give me a fortune cookie. I thought that was weird, so I just decided to pull out the fortune. I don't remember what it said; I didn't keep it or write it down, but then I broke the cookie some more because I could tell there was something else inside. It was the engagement ring and I asked if he wanted to put it on me, so he got out of the car and opened my door and took me in front of the gate of the temple, got down on one knee and said, "Will you marry me?" Of course I said yes. :)

From our very own Mother Teresa ;)

Note from Rachael: This is May's prompt. I've always loved this story. It just cracks me up! All of the kids have heard it I think, but I don't know that our spouses (or the grandkids) have. Enjoy!

 Ray came to Provo in a little blue vw from California to see me and I had worried it would be so awkward--should I hug him?  shake his hand?  just look at him?  He came and I think it was just NOTHING and then I must have fed him something after his long drive and then we talked on my apartment couch all night.  Then I went to work and he went to a friend's house and slept.  The next night we went swimming and then he drove me over to a little park by where Raymond and Julie used to live and started talking about my boy friends etc. like he wanted to break up and I thought about helping him out and then the thought came to me "no, I'll just let him do this on his own". I have to interject here: growing up the story was that as dad was just talking with no assistance from mom she was looking out the car window either crying or trying not to. HAHA Can you imagine? Her body language should have scared off a proposal! hahaha Then he said, "Well, I'm just trying to say if you'll marry me?"  Well, after all that, I said, "when?"  He said he thought about Dec or Jan.  My response was, "Well, ask me in Nov or Dec."  I figured if he was just testing the water and wasn't sure, I was going to keep dating.  But he said, "Well, when do you want to get married?"  I said, "August".  Well, I guess he had to make up his mind fast, didn't he?  This was July 7, 1970.  We were married August 28--his dad's birthday.  We had to hurry so we didn't back out.

The question is, did mom actually ever say yes? Just, "When?" hahaha I'm sorry I just really find the story terribly funny.