Ha ha ha ha!What a funny joke (I thought).
Little did I know that he was serious.
There have been many opportunities for him to propose to me over the 9 and a half years we ahve been together. Many times, I have kind of felt let down that it didnt happen. I didnt want to pressure him (he hates pressure) but I also wanted to be married. "One day we will get married" and "soon" were his favourite responses when being questioned by me or any others who dared to ask.
So when the time came to go to Fiji, I did think in the back of my head....maybe he might propose (but I didn't want to get my hopes up so I decided not to think about it and enjoy my holiday).
On our last night in Fiji, we got my mum & dad to mind our daughter for the night and we went out to a gorgeous restaurant with the best food I have ever tasted in my entire life called the Flying Fish. We had the most romantic table.
This is a picture of the restaurant
And this is the table we were sitting at when my other half proposed.
except it was night time and all the table now have umbrella's in them.
We had just finished our main courses and a bottle of Moet when I was left to look at the dessert menu while someone went to the bathroom.
Me being my nosey self saw other half going the wrong way and was pointing towards the opposite direction to where the bathrooms were at (didn't realise at the time, he had no intention of going to the bathroom but instead was hatching a plan with our Fijian waiter).
So here I am busily studying the dessert and coctail menu when he walks back over, gets down on one knee and asks me if I would do him the honour of being his wife. Of course he said a lot of other things but it is all a bit of a blur. I said yes and grabbed him up for a kiss and cuddle.
I was so overwhelmed and everyone in the restarant clapped afterwards.
It was one of the best nights in my life only to be matched by the night our daughter was born..
So here's to wedding planning, more weight loss and plenty more good times ahead!