How We Met
I first started dating Jake when I was only 15 years old. We grew up in the small town of Marble Falls, Texas, where my mom and his dad coached the same soccer team for our little brothers. Despite the fact that our brothers were friends and that we frequently spent time at the same soccer field, we still never even knew about each other until years later when we starting going to the same church. We quickly became friends and after months of me crushing hard, he finally asked me out. One of our very first dates was at this same spot 6 years ago when we were only sophomores and juniors in high school. I didn’t say a word, and he couldn’t stop talking.
Despite the nervous laughter and silly flirting, that night was the first time I realized how special Jake was going to be to me. Years later, he is still my very best friend and now fiancé. Looking back now, I can see how God had His hand in our relationship from the very beginning. Through breakups and long distance and a Baylor vs. UT rivalry, the Lord continued to make it clear that Jake was my future. I can only imagine how big the Lord’s smile must have been knowing that those two kids at the soccer fields would one day meet, become best friends, and eventually become husband and wife.
how they asked
If you know Jake at all, you know that he never fails to make a moment unforgettable. On the night of the proposal, Jake picked me up from my house and took me to dinner. Everything was perfect, and I couldn’t stop thinking how lucky I was to have a man who gives me the bigger half of the steak. Over the past six years or so, we have grown beyond being best friends. He has become my soulmate, the person I do everything with, and the person I would do anything for, so it’s hard not to completely swoon when he takes me on dates even now. As we made our way to his truck after dinner, though, those giddy, lovestruck thoughts faded when Jake told me he couldn’t find his credit card. Thinking that he probably left it at the table, I stayed behind at the truck as he went back inside. Minutes passed, and Jake and his card were no where to be found.
At that point, I knew it was time to get out and help look. After scouring the restaurant and searching the parking lot for 20 minutes, Jake told me the truth about what we were looking for. With a panicked voice, Jake told me that he had lost the ring he planned on proposing to me with, not the credit card. In complete shock that not only was I getting engaged but that my ring was gone, I couldn’t help but begin to laugh hysterically. There I was in my nicest dress and heels, crawling on the asphalt with my phone light shining bright, searching for my own ring. At that point, all of the customers at the restaurant began to help us look as well, but no ring was found. Worrying that the ring might have fallen through the wooden ramp at the entrance of the restaurant, one of the managers called the fire department in case the wooden panels needed to be lifted.
When the firemen arrived, they brought out their large lights and began helping us search the parking lot for the ring. By the grace of God, a fireman found the ring under a tire of a nearby truck and no destruction was done to the restaurant because of the ever-smooth Jake Cox. At this point, the surprise of the proposal was long gone, but Jake wanted to take me to his proposal spot anyway. After 20 minutes of straight laughter in the truck ride over there, we finally arrived. He had taken me to the same spot where we had one of our very first dates 6 years earlier. The trees were completely wrapped in millions of tiny lights, and the park glowed. It looked like something out of a movie. There on a park bench, my best friend asked me to be his forever, and after stopping myself from giggling like a child, I said yes.
Never in a million years did I picture myself searching for my own ring in a parking lot before my own proposal, but now that it’s happened, I can’t imagine it any other way.