Her Story:

I met Jordan in April 2005, it was a warm spring morning, the sun not quite over the horizon. I sat on the back porch of a friend house. I noticed Jordan walking out of his backdoor down my way. I asked, "who is that?" it seemed strange that he was wearing a large hoodie and timberland boots seeing that it was hot out. Something about that strange picture had me intrigued. Looking past his peculiar style, he was my type. Tall, dark with big ears. I was quickly pulled out of my imagination with a "and who are you?" as he sat on the outdoor air conditioner. Yep, those were Jordan's first words to me.

If there is one word that instantly describes Jordan when we first met, it would be caring. Even tho I walked home alone numerous times before. Jordan wanted to make sure I got home safe the day he met me. He still makes me laugh till my cheeks hurt, takes the first bite of my food, and sips my drink first to make sure it's not poison. So he says. Still the caring man I fell in love with.

We witnessed a shooting star early in our relationship, and made a wish. That "star" is still holding up its bargain.

His story:

As a youth I was in and out of trouble, lost in the world trying to find my way. Jasmine was there holding me down, she was there lighting the way with love and hope for the future. As a father my priorities to family became my new responsibility. Jasmine was there sharing the load and pushing me to become more. Jasmine is always there, and I want to thank her by making her my wife.