I’ll tell you the story we tell everyone else. Jesse and I met at a student lead church on campus at our college. I showed up 37 minutes early with another guy. I was with another guy because I didn’t know how to get to the church and he did because he was speaking that day, so he would obviously know how to get there. This also explains why I was there so early. So, there I was the only person in the church that shouldn’t have been there, standing alone. This gave Jesse the perfect opportunity to introduce himself to me, which he did.
After we met, nothing happened right away and honestly neither of us can remember the timeline of events, but we did end up going on a date to Starbucks. I dressed in my full cowgirl look because I knew Jesse was a city boy and I thought “I’d rather get it out of the way that I’m a country girl.” We both left the date feeling like we could just be friends or we could go on a second date. You can fill in the rest, date after date, engaged a year and a half later, married a year after that.
Our wedding was was on August 9, 2015 and it was exactly what I wanted. Small-ish, 90 guests, classic look, blush (“but not too blush” which is what I told my florist) and white, a lace dress, hair partially down, and the man of my dreams in a classic black suit and ivory shirt (this was when I learned about having the men wear ivory instead of white if the bridal gown is not “white white”). We had our family and our closest friends attend and I wouldn’t have had it another way.