I think Marjorie married me for my heat. She spent 21 years as a single girl, going to bed with cold feet. Before bedtime her mother would put some magazines in the oven, warm them up, and send Marjorie to bed with them. It helped, but Marjorie would still get up in the morning with cold feet.

To this day I distinctly remember the first time Marjorie put her cold feet on my bare legs in bed. I screamed! They were incredibly cold. It was at that point that I realized my life's calling. I was called to warm Marjorie up and to keep her that way.

Many years later we were serving together as workers in the Meridian Idaho Temple. One day we both had assignments to work the veil at the same hour. As we were sitting together in the veil waiting room I found that Marjorie's hands were freezing cold. They would be a shock to anyone who might share a handclasp. I, therefore, took both of her hands in mine to get them warmed up.

Sister Jones entered the room. Sister Jones was an assistant to the matron. She noticed us sitting there holding hands, got a disapproving look upon her face, marched right over, and stopped in front of us.

"Are you newlyweds?" she asked.

"Nope," I said, "this is just my job."

Sister Jones smiled, turned, walked away without another word, and became one of our best friends.