How We Met
My little sister was right. Most of the time it pains me to say these words, but in this case, I will forever be grateful to her for forcing me to date the man who would become the love of my life.
Jon and I are from the same town but went to rival high schools. We knew each other a little but it would take the constant badgering of my little sister Shelby, and her now fiance, Colin, for us to finally get to know one another and realize they had been right the whole time- Jon and I were made for each other.
When Colin went off to the University of Minnesota for school, my sister Shelby would go visit on the weekends. Colin was living with Jon, and they had quickly become best friends. This is when Shelby and Colin started insisting that Jon and I were absolutely perfect for one another. Regardless of how perfect we were for each other, the timing was never right. I told Shelby multiple times it just wasn’t going to happen.
Eventually the stars aligned and we all ended up going to a country music festival together. One night, Jon and I found ourselves abandoned by the rest of the group at a concert. I have a feeling this was done on purpose although I have never been able to prove it. This is the night that I had to finally admit just how right Shelby and Colin had been.
how they asked
The love of my life got down on one knee on the gorgeous Charles Bridge in Prague, and asked me to marry him on November 22nd, 2017. It was the best day of my life, but to really explain how special this proposal was, I have to rewind back to two months prior, which was the absolute worst day of my life.
My sister Shelby woke me up around 2:30 AM on September 24th, 2017. All she said was, “Jon is in the hospital, we have to go.” I jumped out of bed and we were off to the hospital which was luckily about a 2 minute drive from our house. Colin had been with Jon and said he fainted, falling backward and hitting his head. As soon as we got to the hospital we were met by an employee that led us to a private room. She said I was unable to see Jon as he was still being assessed by the doctors but that I should call his parents immediately. I sat in that little room for an agonizing amount of time but finally, I was able to see Jon. We were told by the team of doctors that he would need to be airlifted to Rochester, MN immediately for more extensive care due to bleeding in his brain and skull fracture. At that point everything gets fuzzy. I barely remember making plans with my sister or Jon’s family. My sister drove me home, I packed a few things, and ran out the door just as the helicopter carrying Jon flew over our house. I don’t really remember the hour and a half drive to Rochester but suddenly I found myself with back with Jon in the ICU.
The following ten days were spent in Rochester. The first few days Jon had no clue who I was. To have your best friend not recognize you has to be one the most surreal experiences. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I wouldn’t wish any of this on my worst enemy. I watched Jon endure an unimaginable amount of pain while being confused and terrified. He was unable to stay awake most of the time and he had difficulty making sense when trying to communicate. I learned to take things minute by minute because that is all it took for things to change drastically. The doctors and nurses were incredible throughout the entire experience. Jon was eventually moved to the rehabilitation floor, where he worked with many therapists until they deemed him fit to go home. The whole team of doctors were just amazed at his progress. They couldn’t believe how well he was doing after such a horrible brain injury.
Getting to go home was wonderful but very scary at the same time. I wasn’t sure we were ready to leave and Jon was not himself whatsoever. The bruising and swelling in his frontal lobe was causing a significant behavior/personality change. The next couple of weeks were difficult, to say the least but we got through it together. Slowly, I started to see my Jon come back. There were little things he did along the way that let me know he was still there.
Jon’s recovery has been nothing short of a miracle. It is unbelievable that we even found ourselves in Prague on that day in November. We had been planning that trip for a very long time but I never thought his doctors would say it was okay for him to go. Little did I know, Jon had also been planning something for a long time, which brings me back to the actual proposal. Our friends were in on it and camera ready. I had been getting irritated because all of the guys seemed to be almost running to get to the Charles Bridge. I was trying to soak everything in and I just couldn’t understand why they were rushing. Meanwhile, Jon was trying to get the pouch containing the ring untied, as well as get to the bridge by sunset. It all came together perfectly. We were taking a photo together when he all of a sudden got down on one knee. I was in a complete state of shock, so it took me a moment to regain the ability to speak. When I did, I of course said yes! Our friends magically pulled bottles of champagne out of their jackets and we spent the rest of the night celebrating. It was absolutely perfect.
As cliche as it sounds, Jon and I have truly found out what it “in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad” means. I’ve never been more sure he is the one for me and I am so unbelievably excited to marry him.