Happy 5th anniversary to my husband! I know it sounds cliché, but I truly can not believe how the time has flown by since that beautiful Friday night on Boston Harbor where we were married in front of our closest friends and family. Five years later, I still love everything about our wedding and would do it all over again the exact same way, with the addition of new, great friends.
Last year I shared our West Coast of Ireland engagement story and the year before our Boston yacht wedding, and this year I thought I would tell you a little bit about how we met and share some pictures through the years.
When I graduated from college I got my first job at Brigham & Women’s Hospital. I absolutely loathed it; nothing against the hospital, but it was not what I wanted to be doing, and I don’t like anything related to hospitals. Every day made me cringe when I walked through the ER doors to get to my office, and pretty much every day brought fresh tears when I dealt with sick patients who passed away. Awful.
That is, until the summer after I started, when a colleague and friend started chatting with a new employee from another department. My colleague happened to be from Northern Ireland, and soon enough, I heard her new friend’s accent and realized he was Irish as well.
Well, I have always loved an accent and had loved Ireland since my first visit as a child and fell deeper in love when I studied abroad in Galway.
The new employee started visiting our office more and more frequently, and I can clearly picture to this day the moment where our eyes met for the first time.
I also remember when we were properly introduced, and I shook his hand just after getting a cold yogurt out of the fridge, the condensation and temperature making for a cool and clammy first touch. And the time when he came to “visit my colleague” who he knew was on vacation, to find me stuffing my mouth full of calamari.
He married me anyway. And I learned that calamari is not office-friendly food.
I found these two pictures in an old album. They are from our first trip to Ireland together in February 2004. I took my first ever teeny-tiny plane ride on a four seat plane with Eric’s dad and his friend. It was terrifying and exhilarating. I should show those photos. . . we could see the ground and the ocean the entire time. It was surreal.
We also celebrated our first Valentine’s Day at one of my favorite Galway restaurants, now closed, followed by watching a play that my brother in law was in.
I fell asleep during the play (jet lag!) which gave me enough energy to go to the Kingshead pub after.
Three years’ worth of Boston fun and travel all over brought us to August 18, 2006.
And five years later, here we are!
Tonight we are celebrating at a Bethel Heights wine dinner at Legal Seafoods, and I can’t wait!
Have a great day everyone 
