We love stories. Every couple has one. One of our favorite parts about being wedding photographers is meeting with newly engaged couples for the first time and hearing theirs. The newness of it. The freshness of it. The excitement of it. We can’t get enough of it! But, at the end, our couples always ask, “What about you?” So, we decided to share our story, too. From the high school bleachers to the end of the aisle, here’s our story from “I noticed you” to “I do.”

Part 1: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Part 2: You + Me = Us
Part 3: Friday Night Lights
Part 4: The Little Black Dress
Part 5: The First Kiss
Part 6: The First “I Love You”
Part 7: Senior Prom
Part 8: Graduation Night
Part 9: Saying Goodbye
Part 10: College Days
Part 11: She Said Yes!
Part 12: Our Wedding Day

Horse-drawn carriages clip-clopped over cobblestone roads, and rusty old cars beeped in traffic. The smell of street vendors filled the air and tantalized the senses. Hot meat. Fresh tortillas. Homemade salsa. Men peddled their bikes to work. Women carried baskets to the market. Children in uniforms giggled on their way to school. And the towering cathedral in the central square witnessed it all, just another day in Guatemala, for everyone except Jordan. His bags were packed in the back of a tinted-windowed, unmarked van, headed for the airport. He was supposed to be on the last week of a study abroad. He was supposed to be in the jungle exploring Mayan ruins. He was supposed to be out of cell phone reception for 48 hours. He was supposed to be, but he wasn’t. He lied. For the first time in their relationship, he lied. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be doing. He was traveling 2,308 miles across international borders to surprise her with an engagement ring. His plane landed in Phoenix well past midnight, and he woke up the next day excited for his future to begin.

Jordan knelt down, rested his arms on the window seat, closed his eyes, and prayed.

After a hot shower, a clean shave, and some fresh clothes, Jordan drove to the jeweler. His best friend reserved the ring for him while he was abroad, so when he arrived, it was waiting. The women behind the counter were co-conspirators in the surprise plan, and they smiled with approval as he took the sparkling diamond with him to Amy’s house. The rest of the plan was already in motion, and once both moms had finished the decorations, they left, and Jordan was alone. Suddenly, it all became so real. The weight of it. The responsibility of it. The seriousness of it. The foreverness of it. Up in her bedroom, all alone, with no one to talk to except God, Jordan knelt down, rested his arms on the window seat, closed his eyes, and prayed. c To be a good husband. To be a good father. To be a man of God. Within seconds, his phone interrupted his prayer. Time was up. It was Amy’s boss. Amy was having dinner at her parents’ house that night (she thought) and she was on her way. So, Jordan got up and made final preparations in her upstairs bedroom. Then waited.

He watched her car pull up. Hot and tired from the June swelter, she grabbed her bags and walked to the front door. She reached for the handle and stopped. Dead. In. Her. Tracks. Because taped to the front door was Jordan’s return airline ticket from Guatemala, with the date highlighted. It took a second for it to sink in. What? He’s here? But he wasn’t… She ripped the front door open, dropped her bags, started to walk through the downstairs hallway, but she stopped again. Rose petals. Pink ones. Scattered in a path down the hallway and up the spiraling staircase. He’s here! He’s here! She sprinted up the stairs and stopped again. Candles. More flowers. She could see herself in the reflection of the full-length mirror at the end of the hallway, the one right next to her bedroom door. Jordan could hear her footsteps at the end of the hallway. He could hear her shriek. He could almost see her smile, and he could definitely feel her excitement. Amy didn’t wait. She ran for the door, reached for it, and opened it. Jordan was standing right there.
 

She threw her arms around him, clutched his neck tight, and cried. The six weeks apart had been harder on her than him, because it brought back the memories of the past. The times when she was alone when he was away at college. The times when she passed familiar places and thought of him, all constant reminders that he was everywhere except where he should’ve been – with her. Sniffles and tears soaked his shirt collar as she whispered bits of phrases into his ear. “I-c-can’t-believe-you’re-here! I-I-didn’t-w-wash-my-hair! I-I-thought you w-wouldn’t be here for days! But… how-did-you… I-don’t-under-stand…” She stepped back and grabbed his face. “You’re-you’re-s-so-skinny!” Jordan sat her down on the bed and explained – everything. The fake jungle plans. The secret plane flight. The flowers, candles, and decorations. She was shocked. Still stunned. So happy to have him home. But the surprise wasn’t over. He had brought her a gift, a handmade, Guatemalan handbag. She smiled, thanked him, and hugged him again. She had no idea that it was something more, something bigger, something forever, inside the bag. He told her to open the bag, and to make sure to dig down to the bottom. As she looked down to open it, he snuck down on his knee. She gasped. The bag was full of little pink love notes that she had written to him over the years. He had saved every. single. one. Her heart stopped. Buried at the bottom of all of the love notes, she discovered a ring box. She looked up to find him on his knee with a ring in his hand, and at that moment, he asked her to make him the happiest man in the world. Her heart pounded, her eyes filled, and she was so shocked, she barely heard a word he said. Through thick tears and a cupped mouth, she got out a “Yes!” and as he put the ring on her finger, she realized there was still an empty ring box in her right hand. She opened the box, to find one more love note. This time, it was written by him: “Love is friendship set on fire.”

To keep reading, click here: Part 12: Our Wedding Day

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2 comments

    Sarah

    This post gets me every time!! SO SWEET! <3

    Amy & Jordan

    Aw, thanks so much Sarah <3