We are celebrating 4 years of marriage today. I don’t get as excited about our wedding anniversary as I do with our ‘how many years we have been together’ anniversary. 16 and a half years sounds like a bigger achievement than 4 years.
We got engaged when we were both 20. It was a bit of a mess engagement, really. We had been dating for 4 years at that stage and had never talked about marriage. We were young and were having fun.
We went on our first holiday overseas together, Germany, Italy and France. Unbeknownst to me Andrew was carrying an engagement ring around the whole time with the intention of proposing under the Eiffel Tower.
This didn’t happen however, because towards the end of our trip I wasn’t being the nicest travel partner. He thought he might sit on the ring for a bit longer to see if I was the person he wanted to marry.
Anyway, we came home and a couple of months later Andrew got into University in Adelaide and accepted the offer and moved states, for 5 years. I couldn’t come with him because I had just started Uni in Melbourne.
It was during our first year doing the whole long distance thing that I was cleaning my room and needed some type of container to put all my jewellery in. I went into the bathroom and at the back of the cabinet was a large tin. I took out all the stuff and some padding that was at the bottom.
That’s when I found a pouch. I opened it and there looking up at me was a diamond ring. I had no idea who it could belong to or where it came from. I ran straight to my phone and called Andrew. As soon as he picked up I said, ‘Oh my gosh, you’ll never guess what I just found! A diamond ring!’ Andrew replied with, ‘Are you serious?’ There was a bit of silence before Andrew continued on, ‘I can’t believe you found it. Helena, will you marry me?’
Instead of saying yes I said, ‘What are you talking about? What’s going on?’ Andrew said, ‘It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was going to see if you wanted to marry me in Paris but you weren’t being nice and I didn’t feel like marrying you then. So, will you marry me?’
‘YES!’ And with that I took the ring out of the pouch and slipped it on my finger. ‘This is crazy! I can’t believe it. Where are you by the way?’ I asked Andrew. ‘At uni in the library.’
We had a really long engagement because we didn’t want to get married while both of us were living in different states. We waited 5 years until Andrew moved back to Melbourne and then we worked for a year to save up for our wedding.
Our wedding day used to be the best day of my life, I have never seen or been to anything more magical. But then our son was born and that day, the day our beautiful, beautiful boy made us his parents, became the best day of our lives.
I can’t begin to explain how grateful I feel to go through this life with Andrew by my side. To me, he is perfect (most of the time) and has taught me a very valuable lesson: be nice because you don’t know what you may miss out on…like being proposed to under the Eiffel Tower.
Happy Anni, Andrew. I sure do love you.