This is a little bit of a different post for me, not one of my usual beauty reviews for sure. But I really wanted to write a post on this gloomy Sunday to spread the love and to share a little bit about my engagement story. The response we’ve had from family and friends since has been overwhelming and it’s something in life I feel that is worth documenting. We’ve been getting so many questions about the engagement including the age-old question: ‘how did he do it?’ So if you fancy a read, here it is…
First of all, I like to think that I am quite a good detective; I like to know what’s going on and can usually tell when something secretive is happening or when something is a little off. But just over a month ago, I found out that I wasn’t a very good detective at all, because my boyfriend of 2 years had a cunning plan to do the complete unexpected… he proposed. And I did not see it coming. Not a sign, not a clue, nothing.
In hindsight, it was really a perfect time if any. We had recently had an offer accepted on a property and were starting the next stage of our relationship. We found the cutest little house in our local area and snapped it up as soon as we saw it. After months and months of waiting and mountains of paperwork, the house finally exchanged so we were then in the process of waiting for our completion date. We were so excited to move that I guess all of my attention was on what nice new homeware I could buy, picking out cute furniture and preparing to take ‘adulting’ to that next step. So I really didn’t see it coming.
It started when Sam asked me to book a half-day at work one Friday. He said his parents, who live in Scotland, were coming down to stay with a friend and wanted to catch up with us over lunch somewhere not too far from Bristol. I booked my half-day without question and was excited to see them and to catch up. Sam picked me up from work at lunchtime and took me to a little place called Chew Valley Lake where we would meet his parents shortly after. He said they were running a little late so we went on and ordered some drinks in the cutest little cafe with huge windows overlooking the water. We sat there for a little while planning our weekend, and I didn’t suspect a thing. He said that his parents were stuck in bad traffic coming into the area so maybe we should take a walk around the lake while we were waiting for them. There was a little trail you could walk around and it did look very picturesque so I agreed. Did I start to catch on at this point? Nope, no I didn’t.
So off we went for this walk around the lake and I remember it started to get really cloudy. We stopped off at the car and grabbed an umbrella, Sam grabbed a smart jacket and we started making our way around the lake. I did think the jacket was pretty smart for a casual lunch, but I thought maybe he wanted to look smart, because y’know, we were seeing his parents right? Was I catching on yet? Nope, not one bit.
It was a really nice walk around part of the lake, it was looking like it might rain but it was so refreshing to get out of the city and just walk and talk. At this point, I was a little concerned about how late his parents were because time was ticking on and they were never late. I asked Sam where they were, and he said they were nearly here. So we started to head back to the cafe to wait for them to arrive. We were walking alongside the lake and Sam slowed to a stop, I turned to face him and noticed that he looked nervous and that he looked like he had something to say. He told me his parents weren’t actually coming. (Did I suspect something? Nope, still nothing). However I was confused; why weren’t his parents coming? Where were they?
That’s when Sam told me that his parents were, to my surprise, actually still in Scotland. They were never actually coming. How cunning. He said he had something to ask me, then he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a box, and my mouth fell open so wide I could’ve swallowed the whole lake. He then got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I can’t really remember what I did at this point as it was all a bit of a blur. I might’ve screamed a little bit, I can’t be too sure. I just remember feeling so genuinely shocked and full of surprise that I shouted ‘YES’ and immediately started crying. I looked at the ring and remember thinking it was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. Everything about it was stunning, he did an amazing job. I also remember the sun coming out right at that very moment, it couldn’t have been better timing. I just couldn’t believe what was happening, I’ve never been so surprised in my whole life.
To my disbelief, he divulged his plan – his parents were still up in Scotland but knew what was happening; when he went to ‘meet his friend for a beer’ the week before, he’d actually gone to meet my dad and ask his permission; and that he’d packed my stuff into an overnight bag that morning, as we would be staying in a country hotel and eating a 3-course meal at a Michelin Star restaurant. By that point it didn’t feel real, it was like I was in some sort of dream. But it was really happening and I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been the luckiest person in the world, but I really felt like it then.
We went and booked into our hotel where we opened a bottle of champagne that he had sneakily packed. We each called our families and messaged our friends and were overwhelmed by all the happiness. Our evening meal was at the Pony and Trap in Chew Magna; it’s a beautiful little restaurant in the heart of the countryside serving seasonal homemade food. The meal was amazing, I can’t recommend the place enough. We then went back to the hotel for more champagne and relaxed. It was very chilled, very private, very special, and very us.
I am so excited to see where life leads us next…