Bunting, Barns and Beatles
Hello all! I didn’t actually get time to do a planning thread, as we went from engaged to married within the space of 7 short months, so even though I fully intended to document all my planning, I just didn’t get time!
So, I thought it might make sense to start my report with a little bit of background! Hubbie and I had been together for nearly 3 years when he booked a surprise weekend away for my birthday at the end of January. He didn’t tell me where we were going, only that I needed my passport. So, although I wasn’t expecting a proposal, there was definitely part of me that *hoped* that could be the reason for the romantic surprise weekend. Then, when hubbie’s mum text me the day before we went and said “enjoy Paris” (d’oh), I couldn’t help but get excited. Put it this way – I got my hair and nails done that day, just in case…
After booking into our 5* hotel just off the Champs Elysees(!), we had a great day of sightseeing – Arc de Triomphe, Champs Elysees, le Petit Palais, down to the Louvre and a visit to the Musee D’Orsay. Hubbie had booked us into a Michelin starred restaurant that evening – I was so nervous, I could barely enjoy the food! After a beautiful three courses and coffee, I started to think that I’d got it wrong and he wasn’t going to propose after all. That is, until he told me that he had never been so happy since he was three years old and riding on his auntie’s hoover pretending to be a superhero, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making me that happy. Then, after a lot of fumbling in his trouser pocket, he produced a beautiful diamond ring. Funnily enough, he had pinched one of my old rings from when I was much younger to try and guess the size, but it turned out it was 6 sizes too big for my finger! So I couldn’t wear the ring until after I got home and had it altered – just as well, I’d have been having a heart attack the whole time walking around Paris, checking it was still on my finger .
Of course, I don’t think I stopped grinning until I fell asleep that night. We walked back to our hotel where we called our friends and family to break the news. My Mum had been waiting up by the phone – she and my Dad already knew because hubbie had asked my Dad’s permission! I was so pleased when I found that out, because my Dad means so much to me.