to have and to hold

About three and a half years ago, we met in a dance hall in College Station; although rumor has it, we were only feet apart at Chilifest in 2014. I asked him to dance first, but I definitely wasn't the first to notice the other, since anyone who knows Jacob can speak to his vigilance. Little did I know, he'd been paying attention long before I was. Like all romantic stories, when I asked him to dance, he replied, "Sure, I have about three other people I need to dance with first!" Not counting on him coming back, he caught me by surprise when he rushed over with the biggest grin and said, "Are you ready?" Like a broken record, I wondered out loud to Alana for weeks while we mucked stalls after class, "Do you think Jacob Cacy is going to be at Harry's? I hope he's going to be at Harry's. I really hope Jacob Cacy goes to Harry's tonight." A year later, in God's good timing, I was less than a month out from graduating and about to drive 1,500 miles away. Jacob had moved back to Houston, and on his weekly visit to see me in College Station, he asked if I'd be his. The truth is, after our first dance, we knew we no longer belonged to anyone else. We'd been each other's for a long time coming, and on October 19, we'll make that promise in front of friends, family, and God.