Taylor and Matthew

How We Met

Matthew and I are high school sweethearts (just like my parents). Technically, we first met at the start of our Junior year of High School in 2006. We were in Honors Junior English together. However, our most frequent interaction there came in the form of the occasional drive-by compliment from me, concerning Matthew’s various choices in T-shirt fashion (featuring themes like Led Zeppelin, Monty Python, Jimi Hendrix, etc, all of which I found quite cool). By the beginning of our Senior year, we actually started getting to know one another. Our circles of friends soon came together, and shortly thereafter, almost all of our after-school hang-out sessions were spent with the same large group of people. Leading up to the spring of our Senior year, we started to become closer and closer as friends: two slightly awkward, nerdy teenagers sharing music, jokes, and doing a lot of poking fun at each other. By April of 2007, we started to realize that our feelings and interactions were rooted in more than just friendship, and by the end of that month, we started dating. We’ve been together ever since that day in April.

The photo I attached is from a photo shoot his mom took of us before I left for college at the end of our first summer together (2007). We were long distance for four years! (With him studying at UNH, and me at Cornell University)

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How He Asked

Matthew proposed on Sunday August 10, 2014. It was a beautiful, cool New England summer day, and we were just beginning our first long vacation together in many years. We had actually started our vacation off a few days before that with a few days of camping and canoeing on the Saco River in Maine with family and friends. On Sunday morning, we had our campfire breakfast, packed up our things, said our goodbyes and started our drive from Brownfield, Maine to my family’s property on Lake Winnipesaukee: a peaceful waterfront escape hidden away in the small town of Tuftonboro, NH, where we would begin the second part of our vacation. There, at my favorite place on Earth, we would be staying together for an entire, relaxing week. We were both equally thrilled to finally be on our way, and during our drive, Matthew suggested that we celebrate our first day there by making sure we ended it with a trip to the dock at sunset: a typical and favorite activity during lake visits. So, naturally (and without any suspicion of something out-of-the-ordinary), I agreed enthusiastically. We arrived in the late afternoon, and by the time we had unpacked our things and taken some time to relax, most of the other cottages on the property had emptied out, and everything was quiet and peaceful. With catching the sunset still in mind, we cleaned up, got changed, and walked up the road for a casual dinner at a small cafe. After finishing up there, we walked back to our cottage, stashed our leftovers, and headed down toward the dock. Once we were comfortably seated at the dock’s edge with our feet dangling in the water, we marveled at the sight of storm clouds rolling by far in the distance across a coral-colored sky. We were completely alone, chatting: Matthew with his arm around me. A slight interruption came when my Grandpa Ben came out to put the cover on his powerboat: just in case the rain headed our way. He said a brief hello and left to rejoin my Grandma inside. With the boat securely rain-proofed, and, more importantly, with Grandpa safely back inside with Grandma, Matthew was finally able to seize his opportunity. He pulled the ring box from his pocket, opened it, and asked me to marry him. Through my tears of joy and an overwhelming surge of emotions, I said yes: multiple times, and in between many embraces. Our vacation had suddenly become not only an opportunity for long overdue rest and relaxation, but also for great celebration.

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Special Thanks

Elizabeth Beaudoin Gouin | 
Photography