The 7 Year Itch

The year was 2004, it was January and it was cold! A friend of mine had arranged to go out to see a movie and was going to invite her friend (a guy!). We all met up at a local restaurant and when I saw him, I got a feeling that I’ve never had. They say you know when you know. Well, I knew. He was the one. We exchanged a few lingering glances over dinner, and then managed to sit next to each other at the movie, his friend distracting my friend. I had a great time, and made sure my friend knew that I was interested.

I emailed him on the Monday to say that it was nice to meet him, and we chatted for the whole week. The four of us made plans to go out again the following week and again, we had a great time. The week after, he asked me to go out just the two of us. It was about this point that I knew I was going to marry him. He could make me laugh with his crazy sense of humour and I counted the minutes until I would see him again.

In November of that year, he led me to believe that I was going to his holiday work party. (He’ll tell you that I jumped to conclusions and he never led me to believe anything. I maintain my ground that he flat out lied!) Either way, the morning of said party, he picked me up and sent me to the spa for the day. After my pampering was complete, he picked me up and we went back to his house to get ready. Then he dragged me out of the house because we were going to be late. They “weren’t going to hold our reservation.” Reservation? For a Christmas party? He then told me there was no Christmas party and that we were going somewhere else. When I asked where, he pointed to the CN Tower.

We got our picture taken before going up the elevator to the 360 Restaurant and all through dinner I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to propose. The only problem was he was so calm! By the time dessert arrived, I decided to forget it, that this whole day was to throw me off and he succeeded. I pushed the thought out of my mind and decided to just enjoy my date.

After dinner we walked around, taking in the views and talking and then out of the blue, he handed me a card. You know, one of those cards that make you cry. At the end of the card, he listed all the cute little names he called me (and there were a lot) and through my tears I read the last line “but there is one thing I can’t call you yet…” I didn’t get it. So I looked up and asked him “what?” He was standing there with the ring on his finger and said “my wife”. Well, you can fill in the blank as to what happened next, there were tears and kisses and hugs and more tears.

After a few minutes of this, he said “well, was that a yes?” And I told him that he actually didn’t ask me anything yet. So, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. We were married the following October.

It’s now 2012 and today we celebrate our 7th anniversary. He is my best friend and my soul mate. He’s a great daddy to two amazing little girls. He’s my rock, my comic relief, my investment advisor and my sous-chef, my tag-team partner. He’s my everything. My life is so much better with him in it. Yes, it’s not hearts and flowers everyday, there are days where we both get on each other’s nerves, but we work through it and in the end we are always there for each other.

Happy Anniversary, babe. You’ll always be my everything.

So…spill it! Do you have a romantic story about how you met or got engaged? I’d love to hear it.

2 responses to “The 7 Year Itch”

  1. My husband and I have actually known of each other a lot longer than we have known each other. When we officially met, we spent about two months dating and then moved on, no hard feelings. Years later we ran into each other at a bar (our birthdays are a day apart, and my sister had taken me out to celebrate and his best friend had taken him out to celebrate). We started talking that night and well, the rest is history. We got married three years later and now we’ve been together for nine years and we have two kids. And he’s the most wonderful husband and father. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if we had stayed together that first time we dated. I suspect things might not have worked out so nicely. The timing was wrong. Neither one of us were in that “place”. But when it did happen, everything was right and has remained so.


    • That’s an amazing story! You’re right, it probably wouldn’t have worked out. You were both meant to grow and live before finally ending up together. What a great story! All the best to you!


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