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How I Met My Husband
How I Met My Husband

I wrote this right before we got married last year, but in all of the wedding chaos, I never actually got around to posting it! Now that our first anniversary is coming up on Monday, I thought it would be fun to share one year later.



I’ve arrived in my hometown of San Antonio, and it feels so real. In only three days, Emmanuel and I will be married. And all of the planning and dreaming has quieted down, and I’m left with this amazing feeling of peace. There is nobody I would rather spend my life with, and I can’t believe it’s finally time to celebrate our commitment with family.

To break up all the inevitable sappiness, I thought I would share the story of how we met, so let’s rewind to 2013 when E and I were both seriously training as classical musicians.

In search of a summer orchestra training festival, we both applied for a six-week tour of Central America with YOA Orchestra of the Americas in 2013. We met at the very beginning of the festival, and our first date was a very shady cab ride to the Panama Canal!

Over the course of many long tour bus rides, we discovered that we shared the same birthday – November 25th. It was our running joke that we would celebrate our birthdays together in Boston, but I never thought it would actually happen. We spent the rest of the summer sharing travel adventures and misadventures until it was time to head our separate ways. I might have cried a little after we said goodbye, but don’t tell him I said that! šŸ˜‰


(These three photos were taken by the talented Ash Imagery…such a gift!)


Well, after several months of long-distance phone calls, November 25th rolled around and Emmanuel actually made the trip to come visit me in Boston! We quickly discovered that it was more than just a summer thing, and November 25th became not just our birthday but our anniversary as well.

After showing E all of the most beautiful parts of Boston, somehow I convinced him to move his life here. He sold all of his things in Ann Arbor and showed up in Boston with everything he owned contained in two suitcases.

After a year and a half of dating, he proposed where I least expected it — at my office!

I received a mysterious call from the front desk manager, who explained that a woman named “Debbie” was there to ask some questions. Since I sometimes haveĀ potential clients stop by after Googling my business, I didn’t think this was unusual at all!

Upon arriving at the front desk and asking where “Debbie” was, I found an orchid at the front desk with a note that said “Will you marry me?” Emmanuel was hiding around the corner with the ring and champagne, and the front desk manager was there to videotape the actual proposal, complete with an embarrassing amount of tears on my part. Sadly, I have a brown thumb and wasn’t able to keep the orchid alive, butĀ at least our relationship is still going strong! Ha!



Even though we’re making it official on Sunday, I feel as if we’ve already been married for a long time and we’ve experienced so many chapters together. Before E moved to Boston from Ann Arbor, we learned that our love could make it through long distance. After watching him start his life again in a new city, he gave me the courage to make it through my first year as a full-time photographer. And once I felt more steady, I was able to be there for him inĀ his first year as aĀ high school teacher, proudly watching him come to life as he discovered his purpose.

I’m so grateful to be able to share the challenges and joys of life with him. I look at him and just know that he’s my person.


Just for fun, here’s the album from our tour through Central America:

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