Grace and Jordan

How We Met

Jordan and I met in the fall of 2016 through a mutual friend, which is actually how I’ve always wanted to meet my significant other. I met my fair share of people on dating apps, but you could say I was considered a skeptic. I was with with my two siblings, and we were meeting one of our friends for a drink. He had brought along a stud with him, knowing I was single and thinking it would be a good fit. No one was aware of this impromptu set-up, so meeting J had me pleasantly surprised.

We had hit it off, naturally, in these types of romantic stories. I remember being so mesmerized by him. We both had similar values, similar humor, and we both, in a way, felt kind of broken at the time. We went on our first ‘official’ date shortly thereafter. It honestly scared me. I had gone on a lot of first dates, y’all. Some tragic. Some pretty good. But this… This was different. It was special, and it scared me.

I took this one slowly. Didn’t want to jump into things too quickly. I wanted to make sure that this one was the real deal, before introducing him to my family. So, he and I took our time, but we couldn’t change what fate had in store for us. We grew closer in our relationship, our friendships, our faith, and so much more. He made me feel whole again, rather than broken, and he makes me want to be a better person. We challenge each other in the best ways possible. He’s attentive. He listens. He respects me. And I learn so much from him everyday. I felt as though God was just preparing me for him this whole time. We felt how special this is — this once in a lifetime love — and we were excited to see where our future would lead.

how they asked

About 5 weeks prior to the proposal, J told me to get dressed up because we were going to dinner. What’s the catch, right? Why five weeks ago? Well, instead of taking me directly to dinner, to my surprise, we made a pit stop…at a jeweler. Jordan had a setting picked out and several center stone diamonds overnighted for us to look at. I was too stunned to even do anything — it was quite possibly the most romantic gesture ever. I looked at a few different rings {bawling my eyes out when I tried on the first one}, but none of them compared to the one he had already picked out.

Fast forward five weeks. Past our amazing October. Past him asking my parents, my brother, and sister for their blessing. Past him choosing a diamond. Past him concocting a plan with my photographer, Erin Trimble, throughout the five weeks. And, here we are. I was aware that it was coming, but I honestly had no clue when. Would it be around Thanksgiving? Christmas? The New Year? January?

Since I’m a full-time blogger at A Southern Drawl, we’ve had a few photoshoots scheduled with Erin. Unfortunately, they were all getting rained out due to the funky weather. She wanted to get a holiday photoshoot on the calendar, since she books up pretty quickly. Weeks in advance, we decided on a Saturday evening photoshoot at Blackacre Nature Preserve.

As time started to creep up, we realized it was the one year anniversary of when we met, an extremely special day for the both of us. Jordan planned morning massages for us and dinner reservations post-shoot. I offered to cancel the photoshoot, but he insisted that it only takes us a hot second to get a few outfits done and to not worry about it. He’s always such a good sport.

As the photoshoot began, I noticed I was in a nice dress and heels, which I didn’t want to ruin, so I made J pick me up and carry me across this field. He typically lifts me as though I’m light as a feather. 30 yards in, he’s profusely sweating and practically drops me. I was slightly confused {and offended, if we’re being honest}, but brushed it off. I had no idea of what’s to come. I didn’t even realize that this photoshoot and date were actually planned by him and my photographer to begin with. I was unaware that he was so nervous, especially with the ring in his pocket, that the last thing he wanted to do was carry me across a field.

When we were finished with everything, Jordan turns to me. He gets really serious and tells me he loves me. His voice cracked and he seemed uncharacteristically nervous. I nonchalantly reply “psh, I love you too!”. Then he repeats himself, “Grace, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

J gives me the sweetest speech, and then ends it with a request — will I be Mrs. Grace Noel White? I couldn’t believe that the day I had been dreaming about since I was a little girl was here. I had prayed to God for a selfless, compassionate, and caring man that I could spend the rest of my life with and create a family with. The day I met Jordan, I knew he was the one I had been praying for.

He got down on one knee — a moment I will never forget — and asked to spend forever with me. For me to be his partner in crime, to be the mother of his future children, to be his lobster. He made me promises that shook me to my core. I had never felt so loved and cared for.

Afterwards, J had planned quite the night for us. We drove to our first pitstop, but before walking in, he handed me a letter to read. A letter that I will cherish forever, and a letter that brought way too many tears to both of our eyes than we’d like to admit. We arrived at our first stop to grab a drink, sitting at the same table {and ordering the same cocktails} as we did on our first date. The manager congratulated us as it was clear that J and I were on cloud nine.

Following our drink, we went to my favorite restaurant to celebrate our engagement at a personal candlelit dinner. Right when I thought the night was over, he drove me to one last surprise. He walked me into the bar where we first met. He guided me to the spot where we shook hands and introduced ourselves, and in that spot, were my family and our close friends, all there to congratulate us and celebrate. It was the most magical evening, and I’m so excited to walk down the aisle and marry my best friend. I may be a little biased, but forever looks good on us!

Special Thanks

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