Cade and I met around 6 years ago while I was a freshman in high school. We met through a mutual friend/family member of his. The 3 of us went out to lunch one day, and from that day we knew each other. We saw each other here and there in passing, and had some more mutual friends along the way. It was not until my junior year of college that our paths truly crossed purposely. I believe it was a God thing. Him and his friends (who also had become mine too), came to my apartment to catch up. We all talked and hung out for an hour or so (while I was creepily staring at the cute boy across from me) and then they decided to leave. I then jumped into bed to snooze. Not 10 minutes later, I got a phone call. Cade and his friends had been towed for parking in the wrong spot at my apartment. I casually popped out of bed, got in my car, and drove around to pick up 4 large boys only for them to cram in the back of my mom car so I could take them to their car. After all was well and they finally got their car back, I drove home and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to a message from him thanking me. I knew this was my chance. I needed to keep talking to him so he would ask me on a date. We kept talking and I was sure he was going to ask... but then after nervously waiting, I just came out and asked him (to this day he denies I made the first move). The first day was so special... but by the third date, I know he was going to be my husband. Moral of the story, ladies, you can make the first move:) Much love to my Cade, who has my whole heart for my whole life. Much love to God, for placing him there.