In the Bleak Mid-Winter – Dec 2018
So I’m a bit late to the game in creating this thread, but I’ve enjoyed reading about other people’s experiences so I thought better late than never, right?
So a bit about me and my fiancé, without boring you with the details! We met online and have been together for just under seven years (it will be seven years exactly on our wedding day!). It has been a long journey for us, mainly because I’ve moved around a lot for work and neither of us were in full-time or permanent jobs until about three years ago when we finally got a flat together. I am now 32 and he is 34. He is an absolute gentleman but still childish at heart, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else.
I was very much ready for the marriage proposal and I think he knew that! We had dated for nearly five years and had often talked about marriage. He’s a traditional guy, so I knew it was what he had always wanted. I was getting worried, though. Maybe he wanted to be married, but just not to me?! We had a few friends who had met their partners at the same time as us, and they were all now married and having children!
Being a traditional and romantic guy, I knew he would make an occasion out of proposing, so every time we went away on romantic breaks, I secretly hoped, but it never happened! Then my thirtieth birthday loomed and it crossed my mind that it might be then!
For my birthday, we went camping for a festival. There was a full moon that evening and, it being my 30<sup>th</sup> birthday, was the best moment for a proposal. Alas, I did not see the full moon as we were stuck in a tiny tent during a torrential downpour. Taking solace in a bottle of wine, I spent my 30<sup>th</sup> birthday as sodden pile of discomfort, and most certainly was not engaged.
I woke up in the tent the next morning, slightly hungover and not in the best of moods. My other half was getting dressed, and halfway through, for some reason, he started making a speech about me being the most beautiful, intelligent and courageous person he knew, and how he wanted me to be his wife.
He then thrust a ring in my face.
I started laughing until he told me I technically hadn’t answered. I responded by saying he technically hadn’t asked. So he got on one knee, half-dressed in the tent, and popped the question properly.
The ring belonged to his great-grandmother, who was married in 1927, so it must be around that age. It is an 18ct gold trilogy ring. One of the diamonds sparkles slightly less bright than the others but I feel that adds to its charm! Unfortunately, it was too big and the settings a bit damaged, so we had to have it resized and restored, costing quite a lot! Serves my fiancé right for thinking he could just get a free ring! I thought I wouldn’t like a gold ring, as I usually wear silver, but now I wouldn’t change it for anything. It is so special to have a family ring. I’m sure everyone thinks this about their own ring, but I genuinely think mine is the most beautiful engagement ring ever!