Today, John and I are celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary. We've been married for 48 months, 208 weeks, 1,461 days–and I've never been happier. But perhaps I should back up and start at the beginning.
Four years ago, we were living in San Francisco, far from our families and life-long friends. We'd been together for four years, and one day, when thinking about taxes or health insurance or something equally romantic, I half-jokingly suggested that John and I get married to take advantage of some of the financial perks. And John unexpectedly said, "That's actually a pretty good idea." We started talking about all the very practical reasons that couples marry rather than simply commit, but it was also an incredibly romantic idea–we could elope at City Hall, be our own little family, share a tremendous secret. We both knew we'd want a wedding someday, but it wasn't the right time for us to throw a big celebration. So we headed to City Hall on a sunny Thursday afternoon, me in that red polka dot dress you spy in my About photo, John in his favorite navy suit and a red and navy striped tie. After saying our "I do's" before the judge, we strolled into Hayes Valley where we picked up a chocolate cupcake with raspberry buttercream from Miette and the most expensive bottle of Champagne we could (hardly) afford from Arlequin. We spent the rest of the afternoon grinning at each other before heading to dinner at–perhaps you guessed it–our favorite Indian restaurant! The staff there were the first people to know we'd tied the knot, and dinner was an incredible celebration.
But to avoid hurt feelings and disappointed family and friends, we agreed we'd keep our marriage a secret, at least for a while. Quickly though, I learned that my new husband was terrible at keeping our big news under wraps. Only weeks after our clandestine vows, John had told his parents, and soon I confessed to my mom. The secret slowly leaked, and was made even more confusing to some when we announced our engagement–and then never made any move to marry. Truthfully, the first few years of our marriage were incredibly challenging, and sometimes it was a relief not to have everything about our relationship out in the open. And then one day, John looked at me and said, "I want to wear a wedding band. I want the whole world to see that symbol of our commitment." From that moment on, we stopped keeping the secret–and with our fourth anniversary today, it seemed like the perfect time to make the announcement to all of you!
And there's more big news–John and I are planning a five year anniversary celebration to fête our marriage with family and friends here in San Francisco! I can't wait to share details of the planning process–everything from the venue to the dress, the flowers, the favors and the papers. I'm so excited to finally share the news with you all, and I can't wait to toast our four year anniversary with my husband tonight!
Image by Amalie Orrange Photography.