On a sun-kissed summer afternoon, the shores of Cheney Lake came alive with laughter and music. The air smelled of sunscreen and adventure, and the water sparkled like a thousand brown diamonds. It was at this idyllic spot, known as Party Cove, that my life took an unexpected turn. I was playing sand volleyball with my friends, my competitive spirit in full swing. Our team was holding its own, but then Jacob’s team stepped onto the court. Jacob—impressively strong, with long curly sun-bleached hair and a mischievous grin—was their star player. His team effortlessly defeated ours, leaving me both impressed and slightly annoyed. After the game, Jacob approached me. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he introduced himself. We exchanged pleasantries, and I couldn’t help but notice how genuine and easygoing he was. He suggested we play together in the next match, and I agreed. As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the lake, Jacob and I teamed up. We laughed, dove for the ball, and high-fived after every point. But what made that day truly unforgettable was when our opponents turned out to be none other than my parents and their rowdy group of friends. My mom was a free spirit. She danced like nobody was watching (even when everyone was), and her laughter echoed across the beach. My dad, equally spirited, had a delightful sense of humor that concealed a treasure trove of witty remarks and clever observations. His subtle jokes and playful antics leave a lasting impression on those lucky enough to share his company. And then there were their friends—a lively bunch who knew how to turn any gathering into a party. Jacob didn’t flinch. He played alongside me, diving into the sand to save a point while my mom did sand angels nearby. As the evening wore on, Jacob saw my family in all their unfiltered glory—the good, the loud, and the downright hilarious. He didn’t run for the hills; instead, he leaned in, listening to my mom’s wild stories and laughing at my dad’s frivolous remarks. His patience and kindness were evident, and I realized I’d stumbled upon someone special. And then, in tradition of Party Cove, I excused myself to pee in the lake. As I entered the lake, Jacob’s voice floated over the water. “Hey,” he said, “while you’re doing your thing, can I get your number?” I emerged, blushing and amused. “Yes, of course,” I replied. From that day on, Jacob and I became inseparable. Our love story began with sand between our toes, laughter echoing across the lake, and a serendipitous number exchange. Three years later, we still spend as much time together as we can—whether it’s watching sunsets, playing volleyball, or reminiscing about that fateful day at Party Cove. And every time I glance at my phone, I’m reminded of the guy who asked for my number while I was peeing in the lake—a crazy, beautiful beginning to a love that continues to bloom. 🌅💕