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Part 1: The Proposal

A personal diary from “Yes” to “I do” Of course, the first question everyone asks when they hear your announcement (or see a large, shiny rock on your finger) is “How did he propose!?” I think this question can either instil smug pride or induce cringe and fluster… what is the perfect balance of thoughtful and romantic, without being cheesy, overprepared and impersonal? I’ll let you be the judge. Mine wasn’t quite the former, but certainly not the latter. He has always spoiled me on Valentine’s Day, which might be clichéd, but I love it. I knew earlier in the week that he had planned something for the weekend. I was excited to wake up on Saturday 14 February to find out what I’d be doing for the day… He’d organised for us to go on “Our First Date”! Our official first date (in 2008) had been mini-golf followed by dinner at Lone Star – where I had worked back in 2005 when we first met. It was a lovely afternoon and evening, and feeling well-fed after LS we walked around the bays with our dogs. Not satisfied with having planned just one day, he had a surprise organised for Sunday too, only this time he wouldn’t even tell me what we were doing! After last year’s surprise (Stand-Up-Paddleboarding) I had to at least ask what to wear, and would we be getting wet!? My only clue was to wear a bikini, so we set off and I sat nervously in the car wondering how much energy I was going to be expected to conjour up on a Sunday morning. The answer, thankfully, was none! He’d booked us into the Pullman Spa, where we had a sauna and sunbathe, then foot scrub, facial and massage treatments, being thoroughly pampered by the lovely therapists. All that hard-work had given us quite an appetite, so next stop was the Foodstore at the Viaduct for lunch in the sun, and finally wandered back to the car along the waterfront and drove home. It really had been the perfect Valentine’s weekend! So you can imagine my surprise (okay, complete shock and disbelief) when, 5 minutes after getting home, up in our bedroom about to relax for the evening, he said “Will you Marry me?” Well… you know what I said, and if you’re reading this, you’re on the journey with me now! Stay tuned.