I can’t believe that tomorrow my husband and I will be celebrating our three year wedding anniversary! It’s even crazier that in a few short weeks we will be a family of four already. I’m so incredibly blessed and in honor of our anniversary I wanted to take a break from my mommy/pregnancy/fitness posts and share a little bit with you all on how I got to this place in my life. This day five years ago changed my life forever. Here’s our story…
I met my husband in an Italian deli. Exactly one year later I got engaged in that same deli. I’m not making this up…I probably couldn’t have made this up if I tried. I have to admit that when I dreamed of my future husband getting down on one knee to ask me to be his wife, I didn’t picture a meat counter in the background, but there was, and it was just perfect.
It was Thursday, November 6, 2008. I was at my usual lunch spot in Norwalk, CT eating chicken soup to warm me up on that cold afternoon. I was sitting with Frank DelVecchio, another regular who I came to know from eating lunch at my favorite spot. I actually came to know a lot of the regulars there. I think everyone kept coming back because the food was decent but mostly because of Sergio. Sergio was the owner and with his thick Italian accent and warming smile he made you feel welcome and really became your friend. Anyway, among this group of regulars (who were mostly fifty something year old Italian men), it became their mission to find me a husband. About once a week they would happen to bring their “nephew” in for lunch or tell me about their co-workers brother’s friend that I “had to meet.” I was only 24 and you’d think I was 40 and couldn’t find a man on my own. However, it was flattering and very nice of these guys to introduce me, but it never seemed to work out.
As I was sitting with Frank I noticed a good looking guy in a suit walk by outside. A few minutes later this same guy with beautiful blue eyes and a bright white smile came inside and ordered lunch. He was sitting a few tables away facing me, reading the New York Post and eating his meatball grinder (that’s CT slang for meatball sub). If you ask him to tell the story he said I was staring and I smiled at him several times…this is his version and simply not true :). Sergio actually called me over to tell me that he noticed this handsome fella checking me out. After he finished his lunch and went to the counter to pay he asked Sergio if I was part of the family. When Sergio responded with his wide eyes, big smile and Italian accent, “No, she’s just a friend. You should go talk to her.”
Now if you remember it was November 6th 2008. This was two days after Barack Obama defeated John McCain in the presidential election. At this moment Frank and I were discussing the election, and coincidentally my future husband who is very involved in politics, had the perfect opportunity to weasel his way into our conversation. “It’s too bad,” shaking his head. “I used to work for McCain. He’s a good guy.” He smartly bypassed me and directed his attention to Frank as they discussed the future of our country. He then turned to me and said, “Hi, I’m Phil. What’s your name?” I don’t remember much of the conversation after that but Frank quietly got up because he knew what Phil was really interested in. After a few minutes of conversation Phil asked if I wanted to get coffee sometime and without thinking I quickly said, “sure.” At the time I couldn’t believe I agreed so quickly. Phil took my number and called a few days later. We talked for hours and ended up going to dinner the next week. Later I found out that Phil decided to come into the deli that day to have lunch because the restaurant next door, where he was planning to eat, closed a few days prior. If that restaurant hadn’t closed he wouldn’t have come into the deli and we would have never met. Who says it’s impossible to meet cute, successful men these days outside of a bar? It’s very possible and I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.
Fast forward exactly one year later. Phil wanted to go back to the deli to celebrate the day we first met. I thought it was a great idea and I was completely clueless about his real plan. Actually, a few days before I was telling my roommate, Heather, that Phil was acting really distant lately. Come to find out my genius boyfriend at the time, the king of surprises, didn’t want me to have any idea, so he deliberately acted cold…probably not his smartest idea, but I guess it worked.
I was having one of those days at work and lunchtime couldn’t come fast enough. We met around 1:00 and I instantly forgot why my workday had been so awful. We ate our lunch and were finishing up our anniversary cappuccino and cannoli that Sergio brought over to us. Phil got up to pay and I was checking my Blackberry to see if I had any emails from work. When I looked up Phil was standing in front of me and proceeded to get down on one knee. I immediately said “Oh my gosh, what are you doing,” and my heart started pounding. Sitting at the next table over there was an older couple in their seventies and this adorable old woman said loudly, “Oh my God, look what he’s doing!” Now all eyes in the place were on us. The proposal was sweet and simple. Phil said with a big smile, “Jessica, will you marry me.” Just as I quickly accepted his offer the year before to go out for coffee I said, “yes!” I couldn’t believe what was happening as he slipped the gorgeous ring on my finger. I can’t even compare the amazing feeling I felt at this moment. I was on cloud nine. The place erupted in cheers and Sergio was banging pots and pans in the background. Phil then said to everyone, “This isn’t my idea of romance, no offense Sergio, but we met here a year ago today.” I disagreed completely…it was romantic and couldn’t have been more perfect.
So that’s all folks. Eleven months later we were married in Saratoga Springs, NY on a chilly October day. Next to my son being born it was easily the best day of my life. Here are some pictures from that great day.