How We Met
We first met in high school. He was a few years older than me, so, of course, I had a crush, but he never even took a second glance my way. Years later, after he graduated college, he and my brother became close friends. One night while he was bailing hay on his parent’s ranch, I get a text from him wondering if I wanted to go to a wedding with him. I didn’t even know he had my phone number! The feelings from high school came rushing back! So, even though I wanted to tell him how overdue this date was, I instead played it cool and said, “Yeah, sure I’ll go, but you’ll have to ask my brother first.” My brother gave him the go ahead, we danced all night, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
how they asked
Well, it all began a month before the actual proposal. He and my dad told me a little white lie saying they “Went to a chicken wing festival.” Little did I know, Jordan asked my dad to spend the day picking out a diamond and a ring with him.
A few weeks go by and Jordan wanted to take me on a picnic, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for us. He picked me up and we set up a picnic in the bed of his truck out by a river and some cornfields near his parent’s ranch. If you know anything about Jordan, the meal he packed was 110 percent him – meat, snacks, and leftovers. In the ice chest were steaks, leftover mash potatoes and mac-n-cheese, veggies with ranch dip, strawberries, and stale chips. To me, it was typical. The bugs, on the other hand, were not. It was really hot that day and the bugs were swarming the food and the light on the back of his truck.
They wouldn’t stop biting us. Just as I was ready to pack up and leave, he tells me he’s going to look for some bug spray in his truck. He comes back, I grab his arm, and I tell him I learned if you get bit your saliva can act as an anti-itch mechanism. (Probably completely untrue.) So, there I was licking my fingers putting my spit on his bite and my bites, then he looks at me like he’s never looked at me before, gets down on one knee and said, “Babe, I love you so much and you are my best friend. Will you marry me?”
In complete shock and feeling extremely stupid for rubbing spit all over him, I smiled and said, “Yes!” Though our proposal was not near as romantic as others may have been, it was 100 percent true to our relationship. It was perfect!