Long story short, Jake and I met because of a Nun Run. (DISCLAIMER: the rest of the story is long, but can be summed up by the aforementioned sentence. So if you don't want to read it all then you know everything you need to know right now). What's a nun run you may ask? Well if anyone knows me, they know that I used to be discerning becoming a nun. So when I was 16, good ole Father Erik asked me to go on a nun run with some girls from Divine Mercy in Faribault. Of course I said yes! On the nun run, I met a cutie named Sara Kohl and we became friends right away. A year later, on my 17th birthday, I went to spend quality time with Sara at her house in Faribault. This is the day I met Jake. The first time I saw him, my car was leaking coolant in the Kohl family's driveway (talk about a mess!) and Jake came out and cleaned off the driveway like the gentleman he is. Coincidentally, Jake nannied my cousins, Ramsey and Sawyer, at the time. So we went out for the birthday lunch with Sara, Ramsey, Sawyer, Jake, and I at Basilleo's. That was the first day. We remained acquaintances from then on with little contact. It wasn't until after he graduated from Gustavus and when he moved up to Robbinsdale for Mortuary Science school at the U of M that we started a friendship. The more we hung out and the more we learned about each other, the more we grew fond of each other. We wanted to start dating, but we wanted to make sure it was okay with Sara, since I value Sara's friendship more than relationship with Jake (no offense, Jakey-poo) and Jake obviously wanted to make his sister happy. But there was a dilemma: Sara was doing a year of missionary work with NET ministries and would not be home until around Christmas time. So we remained friends and got to know each other even more. Christmas time comes around and we ask Sara, and like the beautiful and amaze balls human being she is, she supported our relationship and I guess that's where our official relationship began.