I was fourteen the first time I saw Jordan. We had freshman English together, and he caught my eye right away. He was so cute, so charming, so dreamy. So naturally, like any fourteen year old girl would do, I hatched a big romantic plan for him to notice me. I was a born rule-follower, so when the orthodontist took my braces off and sentenced me to full-time retainer wearing, I wore that retainer like it was my job. But one day as I walked through the English halls, it hit me. My romantic plan. I would break the rules. I would take out my retainer before class (gasp!) and get his attention with my newly manicured teeth. We would be married by 7th period. He wouldn’t be able to resist me. It was a brilliant plan…it only took three years to work.
Three years later, we went on a date as seniors in high school, shared an apple pie, and stayed up walking hand-in-hand until it was way past curfew. Fast forward three more years, and Jordan was flying back into the country to surprise me on bended knee. Three years. It seems to be a pattern. And today, on this date, three years ago, I got to marry my best friend and celebrate with all of our closest friends and family. It was the best decision of my life, and even though I couldn’t imagine loving him more, it happens every year.
Jordan, thank you for putting up with me these last three years of marriage. For preparing gourmet dinners in the kitchen and for preparing us for anything life throws our way. For holding reflectors until your arms go numb and for holding my hand in church. For making grocery shopping an adventure and for making us your priority. You are more than I could have ever hoped for, and I feel blessed each and every day to be your wife. Happy Anniversary.
Read more of our anniversary letters here:
Year 3 • Year 4 • Year 5: Venice • Year 6 • Year 7: Vow Renewal • How We Planned It • Year 8