Our Story
How we met:
By Chad:
I knew Amy in high school; we actually went on a double date to prom (with other people). After prom and high school graduation, I went to college and moved around Ontario for six years. When the opportunity to move back to my home town of Massey came up, I jumped all over it. If I had been a betting man in high school, I would have never bet that Amy Campbell - the band girl, and I would be getting married.
Two years later at a July first party at LaCloche Lake, I saw Amy for the first time since prom, I didn’t even recognize her. Over the summer we saw each other at parties and had common friends. At the end of November, at a camp party, Amy asked me if I would like to go to her sister Sheri’s birthday in Sudbury the next day. So off to Sheri’s I went.
After Sheri’s birthday bash, Amy and I spent some more time together. Her next visit was to my house and she brought a bottle of wine. We sat on the couch for hours and didn’t even drink the wine.
Amy met my family shortly after at a New Year’s dance in Espanola. I think she was over whelmed when she walked in to my sister Holly’s house and met Holly’s ‘Brady bunch’ and the rest of my family. Amy is from the world’s smallest family (one sister and five cousins). As for me, my family is huge; I honestly don’t know how many cousins I have. Luckily, that didn’t scare her off.
A few dates went by and I asked Amy if she would like to go on a vacation together to the Dominican Republic. This would be the test. I can’t talk much about this vacation, but what I can say is she passed. We had a great time and it was the best trip ever.
Upon our return to reality, Amy and I were together all the time. It was then that I learned I could not let this one get away – she cooked dinner. It wasn’t my heart that had a voice that day; my stomach told me she must be the one.
I can't wait to get married on the beach in the Caribbean because this is really where it all started; where Amy and I had time to really talk about what we want out of life and where we want to be. The best part was when it was just the two of us. We fell in love with the Caribbean and fell in love with each other on the shores of the Atlantic. I love Amy for who she is and how she completes me, not just for her cooking.
Our Engagement
written by Amy
Every November we attend the Rona Spring Show in Montreal with Gary and Liz (Chad’s parents). In retrospect, the ride to Montreal was a wee bit strange, Liz was rather quiet and Gary was incredibly overprotective of his suitcase.
On Thursday November 8, 2007, Chad and I went shopping and had planned to meet his parents in Old Montreal at Les 3 Brasseurs for drinks in the afternoon. After an afternoon of shopping we headed up to our room to drop off our purchases and pick up our gloves and scarves for our trek to the pub.
Upon arrival to our room, Chad announced that his beer was getting warm and said he was going to the ice machine. As I waited for him to return I was fumbling about, reading the instructions on how to use the coffee machine. When I next looked up I saw him struggling to open a bottle of special wine that we had been saving since the first time we went on a trip together. I was very confused, and began to lecture "you can't open that - we are saving that for a special occasion - it is 2:00 in the afternoon - you can't open that!" Chad was absolutely silent, continuing to walk toward me, saying nothing. As he stood before me, I watched him open the wine and I could hear his breathing, almost hyperventilating. I asked if he was ok and did not receive a response. Then without saying a word he pulled my ring from his pocket. It was then my turn to hyperventilate, crying and hyperventilation, mascara running down my face. I must have been a vision of beauty.
Obviously I said yes, and with a bottle of (1995 Faustino Grand Reserva - Rioja) wine we toasted the happiest moment of our lives.
