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Normal people usually just go for dinner...

To be totally honest with you, I had high expectations of what our wedding anniversary weekend should be like, and those expectations were not met. For weeks leading up to it we were I was thinking of ways we could celebrate. I wanted to get away for the weekend and do fun romantic things, but G was stuck on the fact that normal people usually just go for dinner and wondered why I had to make a whole weekend out of it. I just thought, because we happened to get married on a long weekend, why not make a habit of going away on a little adventure each year?

So we I thought about going to Prince Edward Island. We'd take in a big outdoor concert, visit some friends, book a photographer for a little photo shoot, pack a picnic basket, make reservations at a fancy restaurant and yadda yadda.

Didn't happen. G wasn't particularly stoked about the photo shoot idea, the performers at the concert weren't exactly in our top ten and the fact that they were calling for rain all weekend put a damper on any fun, scenic exploration.

So we decide to go to Halifax on Saturday. I mean, we can't go wrong visiting our old stomping grounds, right? We checked into a Hotel and decided right away to go for pizza, in which I insisted on trying something new instead of going with something we knew we loved. Sadly, the pizza wasn't all it was cracked up to be and I left feeling super unsatisfied. Sigh. Why oh why didn't we just go with something we knew we loved!? Moving on, we had to find something to do inside because of the rain, so we decided to go to a movie just like old times. Now get this, the movie was such a let down that we left within the first 40 minutes. We looked at each other several times, rolled our eyes until we couldn't take it anymore and left. Back to the hotel we went...

I woke up Sunday, June 30th feeling so excited. I was ecstatic to say we'd been married a whole year and for a few minutes we happily reminisced. I planned that we'd go get breakfast somewhere new and fancy, but learned quickly that G, knowing I wasn't sleeping well lately, let me sleep in and grabbed himself some breakfast downstairs. No big deal, this just meant that I'd eat by myself and we'd get on with our day quicker than I thought.

The first thing I wanted to do was drive downtown to the Sunday market to look around. I remember going there once thinking G would love it, the delicious snack stands and the music... I imagined us strolling through the market hand in hand, shopping and tasting new foods... But...
One way streets... No parking... Pouring rain... Screw the market. 

We turned around and bypassed the rush of downtown, and I thought of swinging into the Freak Lunchbox to grab some candy. I always enjoyed a grab bag full of my old favorite candy, and figured they'd be great to snack on while spending an hour or two at the Clay Café, except...

G not having a sweet tooth made for the quickest and most boring browse through the candy store, and after thirty minutes at the Clay Café with a party of fourteen children running and screaming...We left. 
We ran from the Jeep through the rain to a place for lunch, and then onto a bar for a drink. It was a dark bar that we had never been to, and I was very turned off by the hot headed bar tender who was loud, rude and making me very uncomfortable. I tried to focus on coming up with a solid, fun plan for the day but couldn't shake feeling discouraged that so far we've yet to have any real fun. So, without ordering a second drink, we left to head back to the hotel where we crashed for a few hours.

As I got ready for the evening I had a glass of our wedding wine. G doesn't like wine, so I drank alone. For some reason, I get it in my head that he will learn to like wine just for me. So we can be that couple that drinks wine together, you know? Anyway, not this time. I was wearing my wedding day ear rings, lipstick and even my wedding shoes that so perfectly matched my new dress, and I was quietly overjoyed to sport these items for the second time. However, to my surprise, G didn't pack the appropriate clothes for a fancy dinner out, he apparently wasn't thinking that we needed to be fancy at all, so I had no choice but to change. I toned it down to jeans and a top, minus this that and everything that I planned to wear.

Are you catching my drift here? See where I'm going with this?

Needless to say, I was a bit upset going out the door, dwelling on the fact that things weren't unfolding the way I had planned and that G wasn't going out of his way to be romantic or excited about our anniversary. I mean, he only packed flip flops.

I stewed and made it clear that I had wanted more out of our day, but G asked me to stop thinking of how the weekend could have been and start thinking of how the weekend should have been. It should have just been easy. He reminded me that this time last year, all I cared about was just being with him and nothing else mattered. Coming home to our humble abode on our Wedding night made me happier than any fancy hotel ever could, and having coffee from our own kitchen and relaxing in our own bed beats any expensive weekend in the city. I've never stressed about what to wear, where to go, what to do and how much to spend... Why start now?

So I stopped over thinking everything. Our dinner date at The Keg turned out to be great, like always the meal was fantastic and it wouldn't have been any better in a dress and heels. From there, I scratched the idea that we needed to be alone to celebrate our anniversary, so we took a cab across the city to a small pub where our friends were playing a fundraiser, we had some drinks and finally relaxed. Our friend gave us a special shout out over the speakers and on top of that, I met a friend of a friend who wanted to hear all about our Wedding day and even see pictures. I was happy to show pictures and do my own reflecting on how lovely our wedding day was, and let me tell you, nothing beats a trip down memory lane with a few glasses of wine pumping through your veins.

In the end, the highlights of our anniversary weekend were the little things that we didn't plan. I didn't schedule in the few times G gave me an unexpected kiss or held my hand, and I didn't plan the mid-afternoon cuddle session while watching some of the NHL Draft. I also didn't plan on finding his hidden love note in the Sunday Herald crossword puzzle, or being given a few hours to myself to enjoy a venti caramel macchiato with my thoughts and a blank journal. Those were the happiest moments, and they weren't written in my agenda.

So, the best part of our anniversary was going with G's plan all along, which was just being us. Just being normal people who go for dinner on their Anniversary.

There's nothing wrong with just being normal people.

Rachel Emmilee


  1. Don't you hate that - when nothing we plan for or expect works out? I'm glad you got some good things out of the weekend, though!

  2. Not kidding you, I have a draft post written about how the weekend didn't turn out the way we wanted either! It wasn't an anniversary or a special milestone for us but the weather killed all our plans.

    It sounds like you made the most of it, though. Pub food, Sunday crossword, wine & a macchiato all sound amazing! And sleeping in! Happy Anniversary!

  3. I TOTALLY KNOW THE FEELING OF PLANNING, AND HAVING EXPECTATIONS THAT AREN'T MET! And I am so proud of you for being able to let those expectations go and just enjoy what was happening - it is HARD to do. *high five* and happy anniversary!

  4. Aw it sounds just like our anniversary 2 years ago when we went to Quebec. It wasn't what I thought it would be and all the years that we had stayed home and gone to dinner had been better! At least in the end you guys had a good time!

  5. "The best laid plans go to waste"

    I tend to just not make plans because this ALWAYS happens. One minute you're in your head fantasising about how you're going to look incredible in those new heels you bought and the food you're going to have is going to be the best meal you've had in forever and he's going to bring you flowers and write you a sonnet....

    And then your heel breaks, you have to wait an hour for your food (and it's cold) and he totally forgets it's even a special occasion. Much better to go with the flow and see what happens! Always much more fun that way!

  6. This sounded oddly familiar. Sometimes it's just exhausting trying to pick the perfect outfit for a fancy-ish night (or weekend) out. I so look forward to those plans when we make them, yet the expectations can often set you up to be a little let down. Some of my favorite memories with John were unplanned and totally un-fancy. I should remind myself of that next time I'm obsessing over how I think things *should* be.

  7. I figured out years plan it to most likely be disappointed :p
    It is all about winging it. with some things...I would not recommend that with a wedding or if you are a surgeon

  8. God you hit it spot on here! The first Valentine's Day I spent with my boyfriend he was in the middle of a HUGE music project and ended up not planning anything at all. I cried and yelled and told him he must not love me. And he replied, why would we not plan it together and why would you not remind me it was coming up if you know I'm busy and it means something to you to celebrate it.

    Dude, it's all about communication and being open and honest. How could G have known you wanted a fancy dinner out if you didn't tell him to pack those clothes. It's so easy to think that our partners are our personal mind readers!

    Thanks for sharing such an honest take on your weekend. And I'm so happy that you guys had a great time, clearly you love the ish out of eachother :)

    eileen ragan | leaner by the lake

  9. Wow you have no idea how much we have in common. This is exactly how my boyfriend and I are! I just started a blog and I'd love if you would follow it. I'm always looking to extend my blog family. Just found your blog and I love it! Can't wait to keep reading.

  10. Hi! Just found your blog via 20SB. So far I love it! I just started a blog 2-3 months ago. I think you'll like it:) I'm always looking to expand my blog family as well! I feel like we'd have a lot in common this post sounds just like my boyfriend & I!

  11. Found your blog via 20SB. Love it so far! Check mine out if you'd like. I feel like we have a lot in common! This is pretty much how any anniversary, birthday, etc. with my boyfriend goes!


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