We got engaged on Christmas day. We'd discussed it lots of times beforehand and Greg had me choose a ring so I knew it was coming but wasn't ever sure it really would. My parents got engaged on Christmas Day and I think I saw this as a good omen.
My ring was handmade in Brighton, and we picked it up just before Christmas, on the foggest day ever. The company had sent a dummy ring beforehand and the day it arrived I could barely contain myself leaping around with excitement. Greg wouldnt let me wear it apart from trying it on, and to this day, I am surprised I managed to keep it to myself. I nearly didnt want to give the dummy one back, I had loved it so much even though it wasnt diamond, or white gold, as my real one is!
On Christmas eve, we went out for dinner with my family and I was just so excited the whole time. On Christmas morning, I woke, and Greg ran around the bed, to my side, naked and with a little red box in his hand and got down on one knee. His actual words I can't remember, but it was something to the effect of he never thought he would get married until he met me, and that from the moment he met me, he has loved me, and he wants to grow old with me. I cried and cried and he put my ring on my finger...
Then came the ignoring of the usual christmas phonecalls until I had got to Nan's house and told Mum and Dad!!!
We stopped on route to Nan's briefly to see Sarah,and briefly flash the diamond. She cried too I think!
Once at my Nan's house, my nearly 3 year old niece called me in telling me that Father Christmas had brought her some "bling" to which point I pulled my hand out of my pocket shouting and he brought me some bling too!!!!
Mum cried and cried, and told me later that she believed herself to be lucky in life, having everything she ever wanted apart from two things, one to see me happily married to a man who loves me like I deserve and lastly to see me be a mother. We both sobbed much as I am now remembering this. Love you mum. xxx
My ring was handmade in Brighton, and we picked it up just before Christmas, on the foggest day ever. The company had sent a dummy ring beforehand and the day it arrived I could barely contain myself leaping around with excitement. Greg wouldnt let me wear it apart from trying it on, and to this day, I am surprised I managed to keep it to myself. I nearly didnt want to give the dummy one back, I had loved it so much even though it wasnt diamond, or white gold, as my real one is!
On Christmas eve, we went out for dinner with my family and I was just so excited the whole time. On Christmas morning, I woke, and Greg ran around the bed, to my side, naked and with a little red box in his hand and got down on one knee. His actual words I can't remember, but it was something to the effect of he never thought he would get married until he met me, and that from the moment he met me, he has loved me, and he wants to grow old with me. I cried and cried and he put my ring on my finger...
Then came the ignoring of the usual christmas phonecalls until I had got to Nan's house and told Mum and Dad!!!
We stopped on route to Nan's briefly to see Sarah,and briefly flash the diamond. She cried too I think!
Once at my Nan's house, my nearly 3 year old niece called me in telling me that Father Christmas had brought her some "bling" to which point I pulled my hand out of my pocket shouting and he brought me some bling too!!!!
Mum cried and cried, and told me later that she believed herself to be lucky in life, having everything she ever wanted apart from two things, one to see me happily married to a man who loves me like I deserve and lastly to see me be a mother. We both sobbed much as I am now remembering this. Love you mum. xxx
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