Just a normal week; working,
looking after the children and…
WHO AM I KIDDING? I’M
EN-FUCKING-GAGED.
I didn’t think it would ever
happen.
I am the bossy one in this
relationship, but a proposal was the one thing I didn’t want to instigate, not
because I’m a traditionalist, but just cos I massively like the idea of being proposed
to.
And with two children and a mortgage together; the chances are I’m probably
going to say yes.
But, after over 13 years
together, I kind of thought marriage might be off the agenda Brenda.
So, when we went to support
Ben running the Brighton marathon last week, the last thing I anticipated was
that he’d pull over two miles from the finishing line to get down on one knee
and propose.
He’d been carrying the ring in his bum bag for the last 24 miles.
Seriously, what girl in her right mind doesn’t want to retell a marriage proposal without including the words ‘bum bag’?
He’d been carrying the ring in his bum bag for the last 24 miles.
Seriously, what girl in her right mind doesn’t want to retell a marriage proposal without including the words ‘bum bag’?
He spotted me, the children
and our mates cheering him on and slowed down, which immediately set off alarm
bells that he was having some kind of massive coronary. Or at least bad wind.
But then he stopped, bent
down on one knee, rummaged in his bum bag (YAAAAAY!), produced a ring and asked
if I would marry him.
To which I was totally
gobsmacked. Like absolutely lost for words. Which happens virtually never.
I managed to squeeze out a yes, followed by a shitload of expletives, as the crowds gave us a big cheer.
I managed to squeeze out a yes, followed by a shitload of expletives, as the crowds gave us a big cheer.
We had a sweaty kiss and an
awkward cuddle as I had our son strapped to my front, he told me the ring was
from Argos so not to panic, it was a ‘holding ring’ then he bezzed off to the
finish line feeling like a winner.
Ben’s romantic gesture has
been immortalised in our regional paper, The Argus, and the Daily Mail, so
that’s one to show the children!
So, lets crack on and organise
a wedding.
Or more importantly, put on a bloody gorgeous, hold-everything-in-within-an-inch-of-your-life, dress and have the mother of all parties.
Or more importantly, put on a bloody gorgeous, hold-everything-in-within-an-inch-of-your-life, dress and have the mother of all parties.
Awesome news! Huge congratulations. And as a bonus I get to see a picture of my beloved Brighton. X
ReplyDeleteOh what a fabulous way to do it! He's a keeper for sure :) Congratulations
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