The Story of Us (Well, some of it, anyway!)

Eight years ago today Jacob and I were married.

I first met Jacob at college--I was waiting for a professor and he was sitting at the "work study" desk and he introduced himself. I will never forget that day--and I never thought I'd one day be married to him! I remember having classes with Jacob and thinking he was such a nice guy--and he was cute, too.  I went home one day and I told my mom about him and told her that if he ever asked me out I wouldn't have to think about it.  Well, he eventually did ask me out and we dated for about a year and a half.  Then, we started talking about marriage.  One night in December of 2001 we were at Corey and Amy Ralls' house--Corey and Jacob were talking and Amy asked if he had proposed yet--you know how girls are.  That night Jacob proposed to me.  I remember how excited my mom was when I showed her my ring and told her the news the next day.  I remember my dad smiling and saying, "When Jacob came to me and told me he wanted to marry you I told him I couldn't have picked a better guy myself!" 

I remember how stressful and crazy planning the wedding was. It didn't have to be that way, but somehow that is how it ended up . . .

I remember Jacob was sick the weekend of our wedding and showed up not feeling well and high on medication.
I remember getting ready in the back and Karen Henderson taking pictures of my mom and me--there is one picture where she told us to look at each other.  We looked at each other and both cracked up laughing.  My mom said, "Side view--it's our worst view!"  Karen said, "What?"  I said, "We look like we went for a jog and jogged into a wall."  Everyone laughed and we took the pictures. 

I remember walking down the aisle with my dad and we were both laughing because I was fighting with my wedding gown as we walked. When we first started down the aisle I was tugging on my dress and as we walked my dad said, "What are you doing?"  I said, "My dress isn't cooperating!"  We kept walking as I fought with it and I saw my dad's smile widen and he started to laugh--so I started laughing too.


I remember the ceremony started and Jacob and I stood up there and talked to each other instead of listening to the pastor--I mean, it HAD been at least 24 hours since we had seen each other.  I'm sure we had a lot to talk about!  Ha.

We said our vows and then "You're The One That I Want" from Grease played as we walked out. It was just a fun day. 

Now, 8 years later we're older and we have both changed some physically--but nothing else has changed.  I still love him just as much, if not more, than I did the day I married him. 

Here's to many, many more years together!