How We Met
In a way, our relationship has always been destined for marriage beginning with the day Anthony and I met at my best friend’s wedding. As the maid of honor, I can remember excitedly running around the bridal suite gathering jewelry and shoes, having my hair done and face made up, helping the bride with last minute beautification. Everything stopped when Anthony walked into the room. He was the wedding photographer and to my surprise, a very familiar face. We grew up in the same town, went to the same schools, and had mutual friends, but it wasn’t until Ashley’s wedding that we actually met. He had me smitten the whole night, but my hopes were crushed when he told me (with a wink and a smile) it was his professional practice not to get involved with bridesmaids. We parted ways; I was moving to New York City to be a middle school teacher, and Anthony was taking off on a trip to the Philippines after becoming a staff video editor at MSNBC.
A few months later, while a bridesmaid in another good friend’s wedding, I heard from Anthony who, to my surprise, decided it was time to break his “no dating a bridesmaid” rule. The next day, we headed to an American Authors’ concert with his good friends, later that week shared our first kiss at the top of Rockefeller Center, and the rest, as they say, was history.
We fell in love almost immediately. It felt like with each other was exactly where we were supposed to be. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity with our relationship. As Anthony’s wedding photography flourished and we watched couple after couple have their big day, friends and family anxiously asked when it would be our turn. I patiently watched Anthony meet with brides and grooms, occasionally accompanied him on engagement shoots, and even assisted him at weddings, all while dreaming of the day we would be on the other side of the camera.
how they asked
We had been planning our trip to Iceland for months. We would spend five days driving and camping throughout the country, a photographer’s dream. On day three of our journey, we decided to camp at a Skogafoss, a beautiful waterfall on the southern coast of Iceland. We pulled into the campsite late in the evening and noticed the crowds of travelers were dwindling. It was the perfect light for a shot of the falls with no one else in the picture. Before we left for the trip, a few people asked if I thought Anthony would propose in Iceland. I insisted this wasn’t going to be our time, and that Anthony had some grand plan – as if Iceland wasn’t grand enough! Perhaps I was too caught up in the breathtaking beauty of the country, but a proposal in Iceland was somehow the furthest thing from my mind.
I stood in front of the falls waiting for Anthony to set up the self-timer on his camera and quickly run into the shot, a routine we had done many times before on our trip, only this time, instead of wrapping his arm around me in our typical “we’re in Iceland” pose, he ran over, dropped to one knee, and asked me to marry him.
After many, many, MANY happy tears, I managed to blurt out, “yes!” and could only think how very lucky I was that he decided to break his rule and date a bridesmaid.