October 12, was a crisp Saturday morning, Annette and I were getting ready for what I thought would be a peaceful day outdoors. We set off for a hike, eager to enjoy the beautiful fall scenery. The plan was to head to the caves and then Edgewater in Gore Bay for lunch afterward, a place we both loved. Little did I know, the day was about to turn into one I would never forget.
After our hike, we made our way to lunch and enjoyed a leisurely meal. Everything seemed perfect but ordinary. As we drove away, she stated that we would be going on another hike to the falls. During our hike she expressed her joy with me and the last 11 years of us being together. Our ups and downs and when we finally synced.
The falls were stunning as always, cascading down like silk, but this time, they held a different kind of magic. Before I knew it, Annette was down on one knee, asking me to marry her. My heart soared as I said "yes," completely overwhelmed by the love and surprise.
But the surprises didn’t stop there. When we returned home, I walked into a yard full of family and friends, all gathered for a surprise engagement party that Annette had orchestrated without me having the slightest clue. The evening was filled with laughter, love, and celebration, but as the night came to an end, sleep wouldn’t come. I lay awake in bed, replaying the day in my head, and by 1:30 a.m., I found myself wide awake and decided to go into the spare room.
A couple of hours later, Annette came in, finding me restless. She gently told me I needed to sleep and let my body rest. When I told her I couldn’t, she looked at me with those loving eyes and that knowing smile and said, "I don’t want to live one more day without you being my wife., We’re getting married today." My heart raced again as she revealed that she’d been planning this whole weekend for over a year, all leading to this moment. I was in shock, disbelief, and utter joy.
Today marks two significant milestones for us—our 11th anniversary together and one week since Annette and I became wife and wife.
I had gone from calling her my partner to calling her my wife, skipping the “fiancée” phase altogether—though on the morning of our wedding., I made sure to refer to her as my fiancée to enjoy that brief, sweet experience. Everything about that day was magical. Annette had thought of every detail, right down to the dress I wore, the shoes on my feet, and even the classic traditions—something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue—all beautifully coordinated without me lifting a finger. All I had to do was show up and revel in the love that she had woven into every detail. To think she kept this all a secret for an entire year! She is truly my soulmate, my lover, and now, my wife
October 12th and 13th will forever be etched in my memory as the days that changed everything. I’m still floating on cloud nine, living in the magic of that perfect weekend.
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