Jordan and Brad
How We Met: Brad and I met when we were 16 years old while in English class. Although I don’t remember the exact moment we met, I do remember the first time I ever saw Brad. I was walking to class with a friend and looked up to see him, maybe 20-30 yards away, hugging his older sister and my soon to be sister-in-law. Crazy as it sounds, there was something there. Call it divine intervention or love at first sight, I immediately felt that this person was special. It was more than just an attraction or a crush; I felt drawn to Brad, like I was meant to know him.
We did eventually get to know one another and, as Brad says, I best friend-zoned him for a solid 2 years. Our senior year of high school, however, I finally realized that dating your best friend and the best person you know was a GREAT idea. De-friend zoned and fast forwarded to 6 and 1/2 years later, I am so grateful to be in love with my best friend.
how they asked: It was a simple day, really. Brad suggested we spend the day at 15th St. in Newport Beach beach, to which I happily obliged. 15th St. is a place that is particularly special to us, as it holds many memories of us somewhat long-distance dating in college. I will admit that my suspicions about Brad proposing on this day were somewhat raised. I mean, after SIX years of dating what do you expect a girl to think? We often do dates at the beach though, and we had agreed that getting engaged wouldn’t happen until I had finished grad school in June. I decided to let my suspicions go and said goodbye to the butterflies that had been in my stomach all day.
We spent the afternoon playing volleyball, laying out, and just enjoying each other’s company. Unbeknownst to me, Brad had planned to propose around sunset. Come 5 o’clock, however, the wind started picking up like crazy and I was getting colder by the minute. The sweet man that he is, Brad gave me his hoodie, wrapped me up in a towel, and asked if we could go on a walk. We had walked hand in hand for about a half of a mile, talking about things I can’t even remember because something crazy happens when you get engaged and your memory just decides to fail you. As we approached the 16th St. lifeguard tower, I heard what sounded like a helicopter over head. I looked up and noticed the drone that had been following and filming us. Brad’s good friend has a drone, so it started to click that this was it. No sooner did it click, I see my sweet, kind, gentle, funny, smart, handsome guy down on one knee. Eeeek, so many emotions and immediate tears from a girl who does not cry very easily! We’ve been together so long, so naturally I had thought about this moment for years. Nothing prepares you for how it actually feels, though.
I don’t remember everything he said in that moment, just bits a pieces. There was something about how he had loved me for 8 years, and another thing about wanting to grow old with me. Brad’s memory is much better than mine, so he loves to tell everyone how I apparently screamed “YES!!!!” before he even asked. What I remember most is how I felt: full of joy and gratitude. We have fought hard to get to this point and have worked even harder to follow God’s plans for our lives as a couple and as individuals. Brad is my greatest blessing and the best person I know, so I am grateful and humbled that he asked me to be his wife.
This simple day was the best day and I can’t wait for the days ahead.