The story of our engagement.

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Steve asked me to marry him on the 12th February, 2012.

After a roast lunch and far too many bottles of wine with friends, we got home and Steve asked me to join him on the floor in front of the fire. He stuttered an explanation, saying the wine was Dutch courage and that he'd been planning to ask me something for a while and hadn't known the best time to do it but it felt right then. I was quite alarmed at this point (clueless as to what was coming) and sat in stunned silence while he asked me to marry him.

I won't tell you exactly what he said as its very personal and something I'd like to keep just for me, but I can assure you it was very sweet, genuine and I didn't really even have to think about my answer. (p.s. I said YES)

He then proceeded to put himself to bed at 7pm, getting up only to vomit a few times. Red wine is not your friend, Stevie.

I texted a couple of friends, along the lines of 'I think I'm engaged. I'll confirm in the morning'.

Confirm I did, and he clarified that he did indeed mean it. Smashing! We went ring shopping that day (good move - I'm a fussy bugger) and we were able to officially 'announce' it to our friends and family.

So, no fireworks, down on one knee (we were both kneeling) or rings-in-cakes here, but it was very 'us' (wine-soaked) and while it may not seem too romantic to others, I am thankful that he loves me enough to #1 consider it and #2 actually ask. I am also thankful for his courage as I can completely understand how asking someone to promise to love you forever can be nerve-wracking.

We didn't have an engagement party, didn't do an engagement photo shoot and to be honest I am not entirely sure when/where/if we will do the actual deed of getting hitched. For now, it is nice enough to know that he liked it enough to put a ring on it.