Finding “the one” for me wasn’t as straight forward as it seemed to be for many of my friends. In fact, most of them were already married with children whilst I was still entertaining them with my ridiculous boy stories!
I had three significant others in my twenties that were terribly wrong for me, and a couple that were just plain terrible! At the end of my twenties I escaped to Canada in the hope that I’d find a man who would grant me everlasting love and a visa. I began internet dating whilst over there, adding to my wealth of ridiculous encounters with odd men and gathering more fun stories to entertain my friends with.
But it turns out “the one” wasn’t overseas. So when the chance to get a visa (off my own back, no man involved) fell through, I returned from Canada and came to terms with the fact that it doesn’t work out for everyone and that I would be happy with good friends & family and looking into adoption at a later date.
And then Facebook stepped in. Or more so, my ridiculous procrastination did. As I was looking through random photos of people I hadn’t seen in years (because clearly there wasn’t something better I should have been doing), an old familiar face popped up: a lovely boy (called Anthony) that I’d been friends with 13 years ago. Except I didn’t see a boy anymore; I saw a rather attractive man!
There was a girl on his profile picture however, so I didn’t think much more of it and just sent him a friendly ‘Hello, remember me?’ type email and we decided we should meet up for a drink.
Life stuff happened, the girl disappeared from his profile picture, and 6 months after that first email and 13 years since we’d last seen each other we met for that drink.
After a lengthy wait to meet again it took me all of about 10 minutes to fall for him. Luckily he felt the same and I was living at his within a month, renting a flat together within 7 months and 16 months after we reunited, he proposed!
Now, you may have some preconception of the type of proposal a wedding blogger may be after. My friends certainly did! Apparently a couple of them discussed it on the way to visit me once, saying how I’d be difficult to propose to as I’d want something grand and ridiculous. I set them straight, telling them how I just wanted something thoughtful and then went on to tell them what my perfect proposal would be. I never told Anthony.
About 3 months later me and Anthony had planned a trip to Grasmere in the Lake District. Every year I walk up the hill where we scattered my dad’s ashes and place a stone painted with a message of love to mark the anniversary. They’re hidden away so nobody can find them without knowing exactly where they are. Sadly Anthony couldn’t find them either when he sneaked off to the hill earlier that day! He’d been looking for them because he wanted to plant this there…
Luckily he managed to sneak it on top of the stones I’ve painted for my dad just before I got there… and I cried when I saw it.
I can’t remember much of what he said, but he did note how he thought it was the perfect place to propose as he couldn’t ask my dad for my hand in marriage and it was a way of including my dad in the wedding.
It was perfect. It was the exact location I’d told my friends about months earlier.
After I eventually said yes (I think I discussed my surprise at his stone painting skills first!) he had a mini rant about how he’d been up that hill for hours earlier in the day, in ferns up to his ears and his hands searching under every rock in an attempt to find the painted stones. The effort he went to was lovely (and a massive surprise to be honest, as he’s not romantic at all normally!) The fact he picked the perfect place makes me even more certain he’s the right man for me.
So, after 4 years and 4 months of writing about beautiful dresses and delicious cakes and DIY decor… the time has finally come for me to decide what on earth I want my wedding to look like!
It isn’t going to be easy, but I know I’m going to love it! :D