It’s our third anniversary today… Three years since we got married on a rainy day in May at City Hall. David had just come back from a long deployment out to sea and we hadn’t seen each other in nine months. He hit port in Virginia, took two planes and arrived in Ottawa. We knew we were going to get married. We didn’t tell anyone, except our immediate family…who were dispersed across both Canada and the United States at the time. There wasn’t going to be a big ceremony; just the two of us and two witnesses.
He came off the plane and I met him at the airport. I inadvertently squeeled and ran to him, then cried tears of happiness. The following day, we went wedding band shopping. Technically, we weren’t engaged, we were just in love and going to get married. Looking back, I never gave much thought about the engagement part – I guess, we’re the type of people that if we’re going to do something, we just go ahead and do it!
We picked out our rings and headed to a restaurant to celebrate. Afterwards, we went for a walk in the rain behind the Parliament, overlooking the Ottawa River and the Gatineau Hills. This is where David and I had our first kiss when I was 15 and he was 17. Caught up in the burning excitement of our wedding the following day, the rings we had just picked out, the memories of the past, the captivating view – I failed to notice, that as I was walking the ledge looking out onto the water, David was on bended knee.
When I did turn around, I was standing above him looking down at the Love of My Life reaching up his hand, holding a diamond ring. A symbol of never-ending love that I was overjoyed to accept. So it was, David and I were engaged for a day.
The next morning, we prepared for our wedding day. It was magical! We got ready side by side, laughing, anticipating, rejoicing. We drove Downtown to meet my mom and our long-time friend, who were to be our witnesses. We took a cab through the city, rain coming down hard, but not dampening our spirits at all. The cab driver was enthralled by our story and all too happy to play a role in it as well. He blessed us and said the chariot ride was on him. We ran hand in hand to the building where we were to wed, hearts beating knowingly. We were met by our City Servant and ushered into the ceremonial room. Just like that, we were face to face, holding hands and about to make the vows our souls carried separetly and now, at this hour, we would share with each other. Forever and ever, as long as we both shall live.
A year and a day later, we spoke vows again. This time, in front of our family and friends. We had our second ceremony under trees on a Magnolia Plantation in North Carolina. I was five months pregnant with Little A. and I felt him jumping in my belly as we spoke I-dos once again. Sharing our love story amongst our loved ones was so special for us. We cherish that celebration and the time spent with our friends and family.
On our 2nd anniversary, Mr. Smith was on his last deployment with the U.S. Navy and I was in Canada with our Little One. It would be another few months before we received him, after being apart for over a year, with the exception of his ten day visitation after Little A’s birth and at Christmas. However, when he did come home to us in September 2011, he came home to stay. As we say; he hung up his peacoat and stowed his seabag for good.
Today, we celebrate our 3rdanniversary of marriage, together. We decided to celebrate this one as
a family – 3 for 3! Thankful for our love story that recounts itself everyday and carries on in our Little A.
Happy Anniversary Mr. Smith, I love you.