by Paige Snell

Created on: September 22, 2008   Last Updated: July 09, 2011

It was through a friend of a friend. I will never forget, the first time I heard his warm, but deep voice on the other line. "I am watching football and drinking a beer" he said. That was the moment I knew we would get along!

We set up a double date for the next night. Needless to say, the other couple bailed and that left the two of us to decide to go through with it or not. Hey, why not? So, I rush home from work, throw up the hair, change the clothes, and touch up the make-up. With a minute to spare, I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door with my heart in my throat, and before me, I see the man of my dreams. He was about 2 inches shorter and about 30 pounds lighter than I, dark hair coated with gel that made it spike up in the front, and a polo shirt that was tucked into the front of his pants. I invited him in and apologized for my sloppy appearance. He laughed with a shrug and said that I looked great.

We sat on my apartment balcony and discussed what to do with our time. We decided to go to a bar in the area and meet up with a few of his friends. Now mind you, I was only 19 at the time, and forgot that the "friend of a friend" had told him I was 22. Without having a problem getting in the bar, we grabbed some beers and met up with his friends. Yelling over the band that was beside us, we talked and laughed and had a great time!

Next thing I know "Let's get it on" is playing. I look at Jake and yell to him " I love this song!". Next thing I know, we are in the middle of the dance floor dancing to Marvin Gaye. I remember telling him I wanted this played at my wedding. I never wanted that night to end.

I will never forget about a month later, Jake and I were laying on my couch in the living room listen to Kenny Chesney, when we look at each other and tears came to our eyes. I wanted to tell him I love him so badly, and he felt the same. I told him all the emotions I had packed inside. He hugged me and told me he had been wanting to tell me since the night that he had met me that he loved me. We lay there, holding each other in the dark, crying from our emotional spill. The rest is history.

Six months months later, his mother surprisingly passes away, two weeks later, we found out we are pregnant, ten months later we buy our first home and 11 months and 7 days later were once again dancing to "Let's get it on", me in my white gown and he in his linen pants and shirt.

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