The anniversary of my first date with my boyfriend Anthony was a day dedicated to commitment, love and that happily ever after ending. But not our own.

A coworker asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, which just so happened to fall on the same day. It wasn’t a big deal or anything, I’m not so sentimental about these things anymore. Maybe I’ve done them all too many times. Regardless, I was more than happy to devote that day to Amanda’s wedding.

The whole day was exhausting, as anyone who’s ever been in a wedding party can attest. I arrived at Amanda’s place at 7:00am sharp. A team of professionals did our hair and makeup while we wore silk robes and sipped mimosas. That part was nice. Very Real Housewives chic.

A few hours later the commotion began. The photographer and his videographer son arrived to encapsulate the day. We modeled our beautiful dresses, posed for pictures and recorded personal greetings for Amanda to watch later. Then about 50 of her closest relatives arrived at the house for prewedding snacks and well-wishes. Immediately after those greetings, we were put in the limo with the husband-to-be and his groomsmen. We rode downtown together through crazy midday Saturday traffic.

At the church, I saw Ant for the first time that day. He looked amazing in his brand new suit that we’d bought the weekend before. His shirt even matched my dress. I snuck glances at him as I gracefully walked down the aisle and took my seat in the front pew watching the Catholic ceremony. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.Β It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs.

Following the ceremony there was a mini reception in the house adjoining the church. There were light refreshments, and we were given a bit of a break to sit and mingle with the guests. I shared a sandwich with Anthony and a pop, before I was transported to another location in the city to take more pictures.

Eventually we arrived at the banquet hall for the reception. As a third-tier bridesmaid, I was posted by the seating arrangement chart. I had to help the guests locate their names and seats, and sometimes other people’s too. I showed Ant and our coworkers exactly where they were seated. After a cheesy entrance dance, I was finally permitted to go to my own seat. It was right next to the bride’s brother Vittorio, who had been my partner throughout the wedding. We would be eating at the elevated head table facing the hundreds of guests who had come to celebrate the newlyweds.

“I have to dance with my nonna!” Vittorio announced as an Italian love song started playing, leaving me alone at the table.

Amanda had the best DJ. Between her many Italian courses couples fled to the dance floor to dance and twirl around with their loved ones. I’m not much of a dancer, but it was hard not to feel sentimental as I watched the pairs sway. My mind wandered to Anthony who was seated at a far table in the hall, but I couldn’t locate him through the crowds. I missed him. I hoped he was having a good time.

As if he were reading my mind, I glanced down once more to the dance floor and there was Ant, taking me by complete surprise! Right at the foot of my table, his arm was outstretched toward me, a sincere look in his eye. He had come to ask me to dance. My heart fluttered like it did that first night, on our first date. As he lead me out to the dance floor, I knew that this was absolutely the best first date anniversary ever.


14 thoughts on “The Anniversary

  1. Hello, fellow writer! Thank you for your like on my post, “Just for giggles!”

    This is beautiful! What a nice story. I will be reading “The Cough” as well. You held my attention in the beginning, kept it, and made me want to read more when it ended! Good work!

    Thanks for sharing!


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