Today Mr B and I are celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary! It’s hard to believe so many years have gone by since we tied the knot. We had a trip down memory lane this morning and got the wedding album out and had a giggle at our hair and the size of everyone’s glasses!
|7 August 1993 me and Mr B|
It also got me thinking about when he had Popped the Question the previous year. It was the thirtieth of August, the day after my birthday, and our first night in Rhodes. We’d rented a tiny apartment a five minute walk to the beach and with views of the sea. After dinner al fresco and a walk on the sand, we headed back to the apartment and took a bottle of wine out on to the balcony. The sky was lit up with stars and the moon cast a golden glow across the sea. It was possibly one of the most romantic settings I could have wished for.
He seemed a little bit fidgety, but I put it down to sunburn. Then, out of the blue, he asked me to marry him. I was sitting on his lap at the time, so getting down on one knee was out of the question. My first reaction was a gasp of laughter followed by, ‘Do you mean it?’ He had meant it and both of our eyes filled with tears as I said that yes, I would love to marry him.
To my delight, he retrieved a small box from the pocket of his shorts. Inside was the most gorgeous diamond ring, he took it out and slipped it on to my finger. It was a perfect fit. It meant so much that he had chosen a ring for me and I love it today as much as I did then.
So now over to you, leave me a comment below, I want to hear all about your romantic proposals, come on don’t be shy!