How We Met
From Lauren: In September 2008, our story began like so many that had come before:
Boy meets girl
Boy likes girl
Boy does nice things to get noticed but girl doesn’t realize the boy likes her
Girl even complains to boy about terrible luck with other boys
I applied to work at the Waterloo Region Record in the spring of 2008, however I did not get the job. Little did I know, Greg was selected as the lucky candidate. Persistence was key however, and after re-applying to the Record that Fall, I finally walked into the Newsroom. I thought I was meeting a guy to train me for the job, but instead I was meeting a new friend, and eventually my future husband.
We grew closer through an equally bad taste in music (Nickelback), Greg made me a mix tape, brought me hot chocolate to late newspaper production nights all while sharing a strong love of sports. Our friendship grew stronger but bad timing never gave us a chance for anything more. Weeks in the newsroom turned to years, and eventually we both moved on from Wilfrid Laurier and the city of Waterloo.
A couple chance encounters down the road made it clear to others that there was a clear attraction and connection between the two of us.
Sports has always been at the forefront of our friendship – take a Monday Night Football game in September 2012 for example. Greg (two weeks into his new life in Toronto) and Josh happened to walk into the bar where I worked. Our obvious “friendliness” was rekindled instantaneously, alas timing again wasn’t on our side.
Fast forward three years to Friday, October 23, 2015 – both Greg and I were disappointed that the Toronto Blue Jays had been eliminated in a crushing game six defeat at the hands of the evil Kansas City Royals. Frustrated that the Jays late-season run didn’t have a magical finish, we both went on Facebook unknowingly beginning the journey to our own incredible ending.
After Greg left a note on my “farewell to the Jays” Facebook post, a few comments were exchanged, innocent enough between friends, but admittedly Greg was the first to remember those old feelings. After days of texting and enough flirting that even a blind squirrel could read into, I finally asked Greg to meet for a drink. Seven years after originally meeting we finally had an actual date … talk about anticipation.
From that night on, Greg and I fell in love, finding in each other our best friend and confidant. If anyone ever needs to know how much we care about each other just tell them this: Greg now watches football (read: soccer) on his own and I won’t always complain when a regular season Leafs’ game is on their TV. Weeknights are spent cooking, making fantasy football picks and geeking out over Star Wars or comic books. Weekends usually involve some horseplay – quite literally as Greg volunteers at the farm where I train retired racehorses, or visiting our own adopted former racehorse.
We’ve traveled to Bucs and Broncos games in Florida, the beaches of Jamaica, even hiked a volcano in Nicaragua and are excited for the new adventure each passing year will bring.
How They Asked
From Greg: October 28, 2017 began like any normal Saturday. Little did Lauren know, the events that would transpire that day would make it the greatest day of her life thus far.
They took the first steps toward our future journey when I used a few groups of friends to set up an unexpected date. It will come as no surprise that I had planned for nearly every possible outcome – recruiting multiple groomsmen and friends to aid in this charade. I was even texting about weather reports with Lauren’s sister Andrea in Zimbabwe and father Ian in England.
The day began with a skeet shooting lesson “planned by Ashley, Jeff and Justin”, at a gun range designed to get the Lauren into a specific region without raising any questions. Following the range, Greg made sure to mention Wuji’s birthday pub crawl, after all we hadn’t seen him since his wedding, so Lauren brought up the pub’s “location” on the phone’s GPS. It didn’t seem that far (thanks to Greg changing the location label in his phone) so off they went to a very real pub at it’s very fake address. Luckily Lauren was too happy during the drive to pay much attention to all the signs they passed on the way to “Brimstone Brewery” that advertised the trail riding farm that we’d actually driven to in Port Colborne.
Grey skies and a threat of rain couldn’t damper Lauren’s excitement as she saw Greg ride his first horse, taking a trail out to the beach at Reebs Bay. Then just before sunset with waves crashing behind them, and of course as per Lauren’s dream scenario – a couple horses nearby, it happened. As he looked at Lauren with grin on his face Greg was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. He managed to explain to Lauren that she was everything he had ever dreamt for in life. She was the best thing about his present and the brightest spot in his future. Wearing Lauren’s favourite plaid shirt and ring in hand, Greg got down on one knee and proposed.
On our own we’ve had important life experiences, learned a hard lesson or two, and took unexpected detours but Lauren and I have finally made their two halves whole.
September 2, 2018 will be just a few days short of a decade since Lauren and I first met. So much of our story has been written already, and we can’t wait to start on the next chapter. We’ve found our someone to share an adventure with.