Our Engagement Story

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When you get engaged the first two things that people say are: 1) “Let me see the ring!” and 2) “How did he propose?” I have never been one of those girls who dreamt of a big white wedding. I felt like I knew that one day I would get married but I never put much thought into it. I have lived the past eleven years of my life photographing and attending more weddings than I can count and as a result, I feel that I have seen all of the rings and heard all of the awesome proposal stories. I have also watched my fair share of W Network movies. While it was never a huge focus of my life, I have to admit to this: I love love. I love big love whether it’s my own or something that I witness with others. It’s just so awesome. I have seen a lot of that big love in those around me and always knew that I would have that sometime, when the time was right. (If you don’t know the story about Josh and I, I suggest you read this before continuing on this post.)

Josh is one of the most caring and generous people that I have ever met. He is the friend that everyone calls when they need help with anything and he will come, without questioning a thing. He is also the kind of guy that remembers everything. I used to think that I had a pretty good memory but compared to Josh, I really don’t. He remembers dates of everything and he knows who was there and what they said. He is good like that.

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In May 2012, Josh and I had made plans to hang out.  A couple of months prior, I had had dinner with a couple of girlfriends at the restaurant where he worked. Barb and I closed the place down and as that night unfolded, something seemed different with Josh and I. Given our history, we had always stayed friends but it had been a while since we had spent time together. That night, there was just something in the air. So that day in May, we made plans to hang out. He met me where I was working that day and we walked West along Queen Street with the idea of ice cream in mind. We stopped at Boreal Gelato, got a couple of cones and continued wandering, turning up Brock Street. As we walked under the train bridge there, Josh’s ice cream cone basically exploded and he got ice cream all over himself. From there, he mumbled something like, “If I were with anyone else, this would be really embarrassing.” My heart pitter-puttered and we laughed it off. We then sat in the park, finished our ice cream and then headed to Bellwoods Brewery where we proceeded to drink all of the beers that they had on tap (or something like that).

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Photo under that train bridge on Brock Street by the incredibly talented Fer Juaristi.

The Proposal
From there, you all know what happened (Short story: we started officially dating a couple of months later and have been inseparable – again – ever since.) So on May 28th of this year, we had plans for a date night. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. We work opposite schedules so it’s not unusual to go for days without seeing one another despite living in the same home. Because of this, we make a great effort to make the most of the time that we do get to hang out. Our plans for that day in May were pretty loose. I was working at the studio all day so Josh was going to meet me at a streetcar stop and we were going to do dinner, somewhere. I had had a particularly wild day the day before so we had a lot to catch up on. We started walking and I started in on my story, before I knew it, we were at Boreal Gelato ordering ice cream. (You may see where this is going, but I sure didn’t on that day). We ordered ice cream, I popped into the bathroom and we were on our way walking again. I was talking on and on about my previous day and didn’t notice that we had turned up Brock Street. I was jabbering a lot and at one point Josh said “I’m so glad that we are us, we would never do that” to which I said, “I know, right?!” and then I realised that he was no longer right beside me. I stopped and turned around and there he was, on a knee with a ring in his hand. I was so shocked and of course, I started crying. An elderly lady across the street was sitting on her front porch and as soon as she saw us embrace, she started clapping. We turned to look at her, laughing and she immediately disappeared into her house. It was adorable. Josh then reminded me that exactly two years prior, we had had our ice cream fake date. On this ice cream date, he had had Lucianna who was working at Boreal that day, wrap the ring in foil and put it in his ice cream cone while I was in the bathroom. He then told me that as we were walking up Brock Street, he was squeezing the cone in an attempt to break it but the thing would not budge. As we were nearing the park, he began eating his ice cream as fast as he could so that he could get to the ring in time.  What a romancer. The rest of the night had me calling all of the parents and then we headed to Bellwoods Brewery because we just had to. Dinner was then at Campagnolo which was the restaurant that Josh was working at two years prior when this all began, again. It was perfect.
Engaged | http://lifeawesomeblog.comThe Ring
Unbeknownst to me, Josh was planning this for a long time. All along, he knew that he would do it exactly as I described. Seven months prior, he had emailed a few of my close girlfriends to ask about what kind of ring I would want. He picked a girlfriend from each part of my life to get a well-rounded idea. He had even contacted a jeweller to get rolling on this custom ring. Then that Christmas, the story goes that my Moms pulled him aside and the conversation was basically this:

Moms – “So, are you going to marry Jessica or what?”
Josh – “Well, I hope to. Sometime.”
Moms – “Well when you are ready, I have the ring for you.”

That’s right, she was in possession of my great-grandmother’s engagement ring. My Nanny had given it to her to pass onto one of us girls. I did not even know that it existed, let alone did I know that my Mom had it. Josh consulted with my girlfriends to see if he should accept it and all of them agreed: take the ring. It is the most beautiful ring that I have seen and I cannot believe that it now sits on my finger. Susan Currie married her Arthur Hale on September 30th, 1922 which make the ring at least ninety-two years old. It is such an honour to have it.
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So how do you get a wedding band to match a ninety-two year old ring?! Well, you visit the best jeweller in town and ask her for help. Jil at Made You Look was the woman that Josh had contacted months prior about making a custom engagement ring for me. Naturally, we visited her about wedding bands and this is what we came up with. I love how simple they are and I love how my band looks with the engagement ring. It enhances it, without taking away from it and this band also looks awesome on it’s own. I cannot wait to wear them together but alas, I have to three more months until I can do that.

A couple of nights ago, we were at my Mom’s house for the Christmas holidays. We were taking advantage of her Netflix and Josh quickly discovered all of the episodes of Dawson’s Creek. If you know Josh, you know that this is one of his favourite tv shows (this man loves tv). He calls it “The Creek” and Dawson is called “The Dawson”. This show also first came out in 1998 which was the year that we first dated. There have always been lots of jokes that I am a Joey Potter to him. So on Friday night, we were laying on my Mom’s couch and we watched this episode of The Creek. He will totally admit that he cried a little watching it and I have to admit, that I was pretty darn happy as well. It was 1998 all over again. If only we could have gone back to our younger selves and let them know that fourteen years later, everything would work out. In three months this man will be my husband and I am pretty darn excited about that.

One Reply to “Our Engagement Story”

  1. I love this post and I am super happy for you and Josh. Wishing you a lifetime of love and happiness.

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