Very early on I discovered that dating was not for me. Instead, I knew in my heart of hearts that there was someone out there I was meant to find. At age 17, I made the conscious choice to remain single (no dating) and focus my prayers and intention on welcoming that one special guy to my life. Just one year goes by and…
One chilly February night in 2002, my Mom and I stopped by to pick up our clothes at our amazing, local, eco-friendly drycleaner on 8th Avenue in Berry Hill/Melrose area, which is where we lived at the time. As we park our car for their curbside service, I look through the window front and see just two people inside — Shirley, a bright and cheery woman who almost always waited on us, and the same very attractive young guy who I had shared glances with (through the windows) for the past couple of years (this night included) but never met.
Shirley walks up to the car with her usual beaming smile and presence to assist us. A voice within me said, “Ask her about the guy in the window.” This was a huge step for me, being an old fashioned kind of girl. I always wanted the guy to come to me, but I figured hey, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right? “Shirley, who is the guy inside? I see him here all the time.” Her kind smile grew larger as she replied, “Oh honey, that’s Jon! He’s the owner’s son, so that’s why you see him here all the time. He’s had his heart broken, and I’m trying to find him a good girl. Can I give him your number?” The old fashioned girl inside me quickly pondered, “Okay God, she said it, not me. Technically you’re not the one making the move here. Shirley is making it for you. Go ahead!” I responded, “Sure, but please wait until we drive off.” As we pulled out onto 8th Avenue, heading home, I saw Jon’s beaming face as Shirley handed him a small piece of paper.
Later that night, as I sit eating dinner, the phone rings. “It’s for you,” Mom said. Could it be? He’s actually calling me the same night he got my number? I answered, and it WAS Jon. How delightfully unusual! I thanked him for calling so soon, to which he responded, “It wouldn’t be fair to make you wait.” Mmm, I melted. After a bit of great conversation, he asked if he could take me on a date, and for the first time in a year, I said yes. He asked what I would like to do. I had been wanting to see Lord of The Rings in the theater but hadn’t been yet. He said he had already been, but he would be happy to take me and see it again.
The next evening he arrived at my doorstep, and we met face to face for the very first time. Dressed to the nines in silk and linen, he pulls a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back…something I had only coveted in movies but never actually experienced until then. Is this real? I was swept already.
On we drove to Hollywood 27 theater at what use to be called 100 Oaks in Berry Hill to sit…for 3+ hours…watching Lord of The Rings…not able to talk. No, actually it was perfect. I highly recommend this, in fact. Not only was the magical LOTR the perfect movie to begin our story, but we got to sit and allow our energies to dance and coalesce before we ever conversed. Oh my goodness, and once the movie was over, we engaged in the most stimulating conversation I ever had. Invigorating it was, for the first time, to speak at the depth I could with him. Once we started, we couldn’t stop. We stayed up ’til 4 o’clock, just talking…well, and a little kissing, too.
The first time we kissed, he asked first if he could kiss me (during a game of questions). I said yes, and be still my heart…his lips…our energy…time…stood…still. Countless lifetimes of connection converged in those moments. At long last we merged, two as one again.
The next day, our second date, I drove us through the Brentwood countryside. I told Jon that if I didn’t see myself potentially marrying him, he would not be in the car with me. Such a bold and brave statement surely would have scared any other away, but he said he felt the same. By the end of this day, we both expressed our love for one another.
In hindsight, it is clear that we chose to come into this beautiful blue green planet together. In the same latitudinal region, just one state between, in the same year of 1983, just one month apart, he March 8 and I April 8, were born. We each moved to South Nashville, Tennessee in 1997, I for music and he with his family’s new business, just around the corner from my home, where we eventually crossed paths, and thanks to our angel, Shirley, we met.
On the sunny day of May 8, 2004, at age 21, we were married at St. Mary’s downtown, the oldest standing church in Nashville. From our first date (which was also our first meeting), we have never desired to part and have scarcely left one another’s side. The vortex of spiritual growth we have experienced since our reunion here on Earth has been and continues to be unbridled.
Just under a month before our 5 year anniversary, April 16, 2009, our precious son was born (our birth dates combine to make his… 8+8=16), and now, after 10 years of marriage, we welcome another sacred Soul to our family. I am more in love with my hubby and flame each and every moment we journey together. Our combined manifestation potential is infinite (more stories to come about this, including Local Living Farm in our community of Antioch). In his arms, wherever we are, is my favorite place in the omniverse. Love like ours, divine masculine and feminine in union within each of us, is surely meant to resonate upon this planet at this time. I am holistically and infinitely grateful for our eternal love.
~ Jess ♥ ∞