Our Love Story: Part Four

A few days later, the messages between Jacob and I started. I vividly remember texting him while I was walking around Ikea and laughing out loud by how funny he was! He remembers having held his phone in hands multiple times before we started talking, trying to figure out what to say! The sweetest thing is that when Jacob had decided on what to text me, he had his phone in his hands at Starbucks and my message popped up, he still talks about what a sweet surprise this was!

As our messages progressed, so did phone calls. I truly did blow a fuse when I put in a higher watt lightbulb from my Ikea lamp on accident and called Jacob to figure out how to fix my power. That was only the first ten minutes of our first phone call...As November came to a close Jacob mentioned he would be in town in December and would love to hang out. Truthfully I thought we were going to be hanging out with a friend that Jacob was in town visiting, but Jacob never intended this to be the case! 

We planned to grab a bite to eat and then see the new movie Brooklyn, the classic makings of a date! 

Jacob, unaccustomed to Houston traffic and the tollway, arrived a few minutes late and embarrassed by his lateness went straight into Torchy's looking for me. When he couldn't find me, he thought I left! Poor guy! I was sitting in my car, listening to Christmas music unaware of what was happening behind me when he called me, and profusely apologized for being a few minutes late. 

As I walked up and saw Jacob standing outside, slightly shivering, but beaming with the biggest smile, the first thing I said to him as we hugged was, "Where's your jacket? Aren't you freezing?" True gentleman fashion he insisted he was warm natured and didn't mind the cold. As he opened the door and we walked inside, all I think about was how he handsome he looked and that smile of his. 

To be continued...


One Year

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
They say time flies when you're having fun, now here we are one year married! This year has been the biggest and most beautiful blessing of my life and I look forward to the rest of our lives together!
  Images by Bethany Erin Photography

Images by Bethany Erin Photography

Our Love Story: Part Three

When we made it back from the reception (with lovely and quite dramatic renditions of "Let It Go") time became irrelevant as it was in college. 

As everyone caught up, my relationship status became a topic of conversation. My aunt had set me up with a colleague of hers, and after a few minutes explaining the details and my confusion at the entire situation, phone messages were needed for evaluation.

It was at this moment that Jacob sat down next to me and said, "I'm pretty good at this, let me see your phone." 

Let me back up a minute and let you know that Jacob and I met when we were nineteen at the house he was living in, and I vividly remember the night we met. He was holding back a black dog, wearing a ball cap and blue fleece jacket. I was very intrigued and wished we could have visited longer, but he had to study (Jacob says his sophomore year was a beast). Throughout college we were in the same group of friends and I would always hear everyone say how sweet and kind he was. I always thought the same. There was a night when he was dating someone that I almost blurted out, "Why are you dating her? You should date me!" And I always loved his last name. Driving to Baylor, I would pass a sign inscribed with it, and literally say out loud, " I love that name." I trusted Jacob and I knew he would be honest.

  Jacob later told me he tried to stand as close to me as possible in this picture !

Jacob later told me he tried to stand as close to me as possible in this picture!

The night seemed to wrap up after a few minutes of scrolling through messages and everyone made plans for breakfast at Cracker Barrel the next morning. 


It's funny because I remember wanting to talk to Jacob the moment I saw him the next morning and unsure of what to say, I asked if he knew if a friend had gone to the bathroom-but from then on we didn't stop talking. 

As we sat down at the table, we sat next to each other. And when it came time to bless the food, I requested that Jacob say grace. We both still talk about holding hands that morning during the prayer. As breakfast went on, we talked about Austin, movies, books and how I should come to the Violet Crowne sometime. 

When breakfast ended and everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways I looked out in the parking out sad that I missed seeing Jacob drive off. Little did I know that on the way back to Austin I would be the topic of conversation...

To be continued.

Our Love Story: Part Two

I still remember his smile and how it stretched to the corners of his mouth and the ways his eyes lit up when he saw me and walked across the room and gave me the warmest hug saying, "Sabrina, I haven't seen you in forever!" Jacob describes seeing me that night as being instantly drawn to me and I know that was the Holy Spirit pulling him towards me. 

I have to admit I was a bit frazzled after that, it was somehow arranged that I would lead the house party and walk down the isle first. This was not how I envisioned things happening and after some coaxing with my friend Kelsey, we switched places. As I watched the processional start, I couldn't help but notice the groom's parents and the way the groom's dad comforted his wife so lovingly it brought tears to my eyes. 

It was during the ceremony, as our friends stood up at the altar, God's voice spoke in my heart. "You're only just beginning to bloom." He was reminding me of His words from a few months before. I was at the beach in St Andrews and uncertain what the future might hold but I knew change was coming and that it was going to be good, His kind of good where he made the Heavens and Earth and saw that it was good. As I ran my hand along the waves that kissed the shoreline, I heard God speak so clearly. He was speaking to me again that night with the same words as I watched two lives become one. 

Jacob's recount of the remainder of the night is so sweet. He said the minute he could leave the head table during the reception he went searching for the table I was at. Later, he watched me from afar, always wanting to ask me to dance and trying to escape all situations where it looked like he was solely talking to someone else in case I might see.

One of the things I remember so vividly from that night is the bouquet toss. I wanted the bouquet, not for the glory, but for the promise it holds- and to my surprise, I caught it! Afterwards, I saw Jacob on the side of the dance floor and happily shared what had just happened, showing off the bouquet, and Jacob was so genuinely so happy for me! He later told me that he wanted so badly to catch the garter so we would be in a picture together and maybe dance, but the garter toss didn't have as much enthusiasm  and Jacob didn't want to seem too eager, though it did land a few inches away from him. 

Once the bride and groom ran under the sparklers and the reception was over, the after party started...

Burt Wedding
Burt Wedding

Our Love Story: Part One

When I start to write our love story and all its perfect intricacies, I'm always reminded of this day two years ago and the days leading up to it. July 25th was the wedding of a dear friend in Washington whose story and love story, in every way reflects her strong faith.

As I sat on the living room floor, listening as she relayed every detail, from how her husband had asked her to lunch after church, to how he proposed, I prayed for my love story to look like hers. My eyes danced from the pom-pom ceiling strings to the paper-mache balloons to my dear friend's smiling face, and I just prayed, hard. I wanted my love story to look like hers in so many ways and for my husband to be a man of strong faith, character and respect. I even distinctly prayed that I would know my husband for the same amount of time, five years as friends, before we were married. This was such a specific part answered, that I knew God wanted to show me He heard, and still hears every part of all of my prayers. 

When I came back from Jess' wedding I felt in my heart that God was leading me somewhere new, and I knew that my prayer was going to be answered soon.

A little less than four months later, at another friend's wedding on November 7, 2015, Jacob and I gathered with the rest of the wedding party in the foyer of The Grove. And as we lined up for the processional, it was the first time we saw each other in five years...

Part Two coming soon!

* This is an image of the communion table styled by the bride's mother (and my second mom:)