Jordan & Daves

The Sentinel-Record - HER - Hot Springs - - Contents - Story by Beth Bright

L ove finds people at the most un­likely of times dur­ing the most or­di­nary

oc­cur­rences, and Troy Jordan and Tricie Daves were not ex­pect­ing to find love when they did.

Troy works for Ter­minix as a commercial sales rep­re­sen­ta­tive and Tricie’s home on Lake Hamil­ton was due for an in­spec­tion. While her mother was vis­it­ing from Ster­ling, Okla., the Ter­minix truck pulled into the drive­way and a nice-look­ing man with “that All-Amer­i­can guy look” stepped out.

Tricie told her mother she bet he was mar­ried, but her mom thought other­wise.

“He in­tro­duced him­self as Troy and be­gan his in­spec­tion,” she said. “He went down­stairs and mom and I had a mo­ment to talk,” not­ing she was go­ing to find out some­how if he was mar­ried.

“I was try­ing to get up the nerve once he came up­stairs, but mom beat me to the punch ask­ing Troy if he was mar­ried and he said he had never been mar­ried,” she said. “He looked at me and asked if I was mar­ried and I said ‘no.’”

Af­ter walk­ing him back to his truck, Troy gave Tricie his busi­ness card with his per­sonal num­ber writ­ten on the back, telling her to text him some­time.

“I took my mom back to Ok­la­homa and stayed a week with her,” she said. “While I was there, I got a text from Troy just say­ing ‘hello.’ The rest is his­tory.”

On Sept. 21, 2013, the two were out tak­ing a boat ride like they did pretty much ev­ery weekend. It was just Troy and Tiricie tak­ing a nice Satur­day af­ter­noon ride, stop­ping in a cove to bask in the sun­shine.

“I am driv­ing the boat and I feel Troy lean over me from be­hind the cap­tain chair I’m in — and there is this pretty box and I am think­ing to my­self ‘what in the world is that?’” she said. “He opened it up and this beau­ti­ful ring is sparkling back at me.

“He asked ‘Will you marry me?’ and I guess I was in shock, be­cause I asked ‘Are you for real?’ He thought I was ask­ing if the ring was real and said ‘of course it’s real.’

When she re­al­ized his pro­posal was gen­uine she said “yes,” stunned by the ring.

“The ring was worn by Troy’s grand­mother and then by his mother — a fam­ily heir­loom,” she said. “That’s when it hit me this won­der­ful man wanted to spend a life­time to­gether.”

The big day: April 5, 2014 Best Man and Maid of Honor: Ja­son Phillips and Kerry Lind­sey

The lo­ca­tion: We were mar­ried at Grace Bi­ble Church.

The re­cep­tion: The re­cep­tion took place at the Park Ho­tel. The food was heavy hors d’oeu­vres con­sist­ing of breads, spinach and ar­ti­choke dip, br­uschetta,

meat­balls and Ital­ian sausage, an an­tipasto plat­ter of pro­sciutto, salami, fresh toma­toes, moz­zarella and olives. There was a fruit and cheese plat­ter, and bev­er­ages con­sisted of an as­sort­ment of wines and beer.

The cake was three tiers. The bot­tom Ital­ian crème, mid­dle al­mond and the top choco­late with a cream cheese frost­ing. Our en­ter­tain­ment was DJ Dan Keys, ”who served as our mas­ter of cer­e­monies. He did a great job with mu­sic and en­ter­tain­ment.

The look: Our col­ors were light green, cream, and hints of turquoise. The flower ar­range­ments were green hy­drangeas, cream glades, gar­den roses, bells of Ire­land and cream dahlias.

The church win­dows were em­bel­lished with as­pidis­tra leaves and cream mini calla. Martha Jordan, mother of the groom, did all the dec­o­ra­tion de­signs for both the church and re­cep­tion. The most unique ar­range­ment was a top hat with a wed­ding head­piece, flow­ing with flow­ers and a beau­ti­ful white feather. Mrs. Jordan did an out­stand­ing job and we are grate­ful for all her time she ded­i­cated to make

our wed­ding beau­ti­ful. We can’t thank her enough.

The dress: The gown was pur­chased at Low’s Bridal in Brink­ley. It was an ivory A-line dress with waist belt and buckle adorned with crys­tals. The front and back fea­tured a V-neck lav­ished with beads, crys­tals and em­broi­dered flow­ers through­out the top and bot­tom of the dress.

Most un­for­get­table mo­ment: When we ar­rived at the re­cep­tion and walked in we didn’t re­al­ize we were sup­posed to go through the line of people on each side. So we both just do a run­way walk so to speak. It was hi­lar­i­ous. We both were obliv­i­ous to what we were sup­posed to do. It’s al­most like hav­ing tun­nel vi­sion. We had friends and fam­ily telling us you need to go back to the start of the line for meet and greet.

The hon­ey­moon: Do­mini­can Repub­lic.

Pho­tog­ra­phy cour­tesy of Brittany Bar­ber

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