28/02/2026
Today I married a beautiful young couple - and they now share their anniversary with Phil and me. We’re just 17 years ahead of them.
My job is telling other people’s love stories, but ours is pretty good too.
Phil and I met in Year 7 homeroom. We caught the bus together, wrote letters when I went to uni, then lost touch for 8 years — both of us off chasing dreams.
Years later, friends spotted him at Bondi Beach and I reached out. We kept missing each other… until he turned up on the cover of a magazine left on my dressing table while I was on tour. I took it as a sign.
It took another year before we were finally in the same city. He came to a house party at mine.
Nothing happened that night, or on our first date the next week — but it didn’t take long to fall in love.
I’d never really believed in marriage. Then I reconnected with Phil, got a little drunk one night, and told him he could propose using my grandmother’s ring which was squirreled away in my underwear drawer.
A year later, on his 28th birthday, he made a little speech at dinner saying all he wanted was for me to be his wife. I said yes.
We got a dog named Frankie, had an amazing wedding, I became a celebrant, we had two beautiful kids, moved to Mullumbimby, and added a third little human.
20 years together. Many highs, a few lows - and we aim to never take each other for granted and to keep having a laugh.
