1 year. 365 days – plus, an extra leap day – and we’ve made it. Happy one year wedding anniversary to us. While we’d love to share a million wedding photos and videos of our day with you, we’re taking our story back a few years to when our wedding journey first began; the day Philip proposed. Now you have to follow along, it’s a bit confusing.
It was October 19, 2013. Philip planned the moment to be at home, in the kitchen while we were cooking. It was how our relationship blossomed, how we spent our time connecting and bonding over food. Earlier that day, Phil’s brother Jeremy, called him asking if he wanted his pasta roller. He had just purchased a new one and offered his to Phil. Phil took this as a sign and immediately decided that we were going to make fresh pasta that evening.
A couple days earlier, Phil picked up the ring and it was burning a hole in his pocket. From the moment he got it he was acting funny – distant, unengaged, quiet. But inside, he was anxious, panicked and nervous, and couldn’t wait to get the secret out. You know Gollum from Lord of the Rings? Well, that was Phil the day he picked up the ring.
Phil came home that evening and suggested we make pasta since Jeremy gave us his roller. I agreed and did a scour of the kitchen cupboards. We had nothing to make pasta, so we got in the car with a list including: 00 Flour, tomatoes, wine and basil. As I went upstairs to get dressed for the grocery store, Phil and my mom were chatting. He was whispering, quiet and secretive.
Here’s where the story gets interesting. At the time I wasn’t working. I had applied to multiple roles with no call backs or signs of interest and decided that it would be best to partner with an agency. Jeremy’s wife Kathryn happened to work at a placement agency and I mentioned to Phil that I was going to reach out to her later that week. When we got in the car I asked Phil what he and my mom were chatting about.
I know, I shouldn’t have questioned anything but Phil is our family realtor and I was curious if something had happened between them. Phil, completely flustered and taken aback, blurted out that he asked Kathryn to find me a job and he mentioned it to my mom because he knew I’d be upset. Well I was, as anyone would be, maybe a bit more than but I was allowed to be upset, real upset, like explosive dynamite upset – you get the gist.
I pulled up in a parking spot at the grocery store, too upset to get out (and it was raining), I made Phil go in by himself. He went into the store, back out holding a bag of flour, and got in the car. I questioned where all the other ingredients were, and he said they didn’t have anything. At this point, my annoyance pulsed as I drove to the second grocery store. I pull into a spot, Phil went into the store, back out and returned empty-handed. Again, I questioned where all the other ingredients were, and he again said, they didn’t have anything. Ever so increasingly, my annoyance and frustration grew as I drove to the third grocery store. This time I pulled up out front, and watched as Phil went into the store. I watched as he entered and went through the checkout area and back out of the store.
Confused as Phil got back in the car, I asked what he was doing and why we went in and out of the store without looking at anything. Unable to control my frustration, I screamed. Phil sat there staring at me, and then apologized profusely for lying to me about the conversation he had with my mom. Tears welling in his eyes, he continued to tell me how much he loved me, how lucky he was to wake up next to me everyday, and how he falls in love with me more and more as each day passes. Phil adjusted the car seat back, got down on his knee and pulled the ring out of his pocket.
And so, in the car, in the middle of a rainstorm, outside of a grocery store – I said yes.
Today we celebrate the story of us this far and relive our wedding day through photos, videos, our first dance and champagne – of course.
One year down… a lifetime to go xo
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