Jordan and I just celebrated our one year anniversary on 10/10/10 (cool huh) so copying another friend, I decided to tell our story. We both went to the same High School, I'm two years older than he, so we didn't have any classes together but I had seen him around in the halls. I had been noticing him for a little while then one day we FINALLY made eye contact during lunch break, I thought he was really cute, but had no idea who he was, so I smiled at him... and he walked away, apparently that was the end of this random cute boy. Years later when we were married I brought this up to him and he said he didn't think I was smiling at him because he thought I was stuck up and high maintenance... how sweet of him.
Little did we know that we had friends in common. A year or more later, after High School, a boy and I went on a date to see a show at a local coffee house that was being put on by a good friend of mine and his band. I looked behind the drum set and there was that hot kid that I had seen in High School. Lucky for me, my date had to leave before the show was over so our date ended early. I had been chatting a little with a nice older woman that was sitting behind me. After the show the cute drummer boy from school walked in my direction and talked to the woman I had been chatting with, it turned out to be his mother, at least I knew his mom liked me. He, his band, and I all went out together that night. It was a short lived outing since one of the band mates and his brother had to be home, as they walked out the door too head off, I tried to make it clear that I wanted Jordan to kiss me... but I guess he didn't get it, and he left.
Soon after we started texting and I invited him over to a friends house to watch a movie with us. I really liked this guy, and wanted the chance to get to know him. We got there separately and he sat in a chair watching the movie like I didn't exist, I was starting to get mad. So I decided to try and make him jealous. I called one of the boys I had been casually dating lately, and he jumped at the chance to take me out, he picked me up at my friends house and I walked out with him right in front of Jordan. I guess it worked because after that, Jordan and I started texting more, and even hung out again.
We finally had our first date, and our first kiss (about time). We had been hanging out with a group but decided to break off and go to the river together. I drove to the river in my little hand-me-down Honda Civic. We sat and chatted for a while but it was April and the air was still a little chilly. After freezing for a time we decided it was getting late and we needed to go our separate ways. We got into my car so I could take him back to his own... and it wouldn't start, we tried and tried to get it to start with no results. It was late and everyone was asleep so our parents wouldn't pick up when we called. We made the best of it by walking our shivering bodies to Denny's in the cold so Jordan could buy me breakfast. At 5 a.m. My parents answered my calls and rescued us, a week or two later we were officially dating.
We only dated for about a month when we knew we wanted to get married. One day we walked into a jewelry store where a friend of mine worked, he looked down at a ring and I said "Oh that's pretty!" he looked at me and said "...Do you want it?" Of course I wanted to explode, it was a real proposal, not the one I had dreamed about, but it was for me, so we got engaged (classic huh...) We took our time telling people because Jordan knew he wanted to get married in October (we're fall people) but it was June of 2008 and we thought four months was a little close, and so it would have to be October 2009.
Over a year is a long Engagement but I still felt nervous by the time our wedding day came around. I had the perfect dress and veil, we had the best colors, the most amazing cake, we even got his dad to wear a pink vest and tie. The wedding was perfect even though Jordan's great Uncle was our sealer and talked for a VERY long time (almost 2 hours) and I almost passed out in the sealing room because my dress was so tight. The reception was perfect even though we lost Jordan's boutonnière, my bouquet was dead before the reception began, we forgot the slide show dvd, and the lady at the temple had put a hole in my train which was visible if I turned around. I couldn't imagine a better day and still cry thinking about it sometimes. I had my whole family there, even Paul in spirit. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, and I felt surrounded with love. I saw my greatest friend, even if I hadn't seen them in years and everyone had a genuine smile when they looked at us.
Now a year later, it's continued to be a dream. Sometimes we argue and I want to poke him in the eyes, he is still my prince charming and makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what I weigh or how much make up I have on. We live in our own little mansion that we strive to fill with love and one day children. I pray that every year will continue to surprise me, and bring happiness and luck as this one has.
