I have to say I was glad to see the end of 2009, it was a mix of a year. Although I was glad to see the end, what an end it was. This year was our turn to share Christmas with Mr S's Mother. In the eight years of knowing Mr S he has never once moaned about it raining. But for some reason, which all became clear eventually, he was very unhappy this Christmas Eve about how wet it was. So with Christmas Eve in full swing he asked me to help him quickly in his Mother's garden - "now?, but it's cold and wet, why do I want to go into the garden at 7 o'clock on Christmas Eve?"... "ok, ok, I'm coming".
Oh my, what a sight. Lining the path tea lights flickered, round the pond the bushes and shrubs aglow and twinkling, down to a large Christmas tree with fairy lights dancing. A roaring fire in the chiminea sat opposite two empty chairs, a lace tablecloth adorned the table that held a bottle of Tattinger sitting to attention in an ice bucket with two champagne glasses, just waiting to be used. Now for those of you who know me, I am never lost for words, but at this point my mouth ceased to work, my heart skipped a beat and my lip started trembling!
Mr S wanted to talk to me, and talk he did, what he said was joyful and touching and with no further ado he knelt on the soddened ground and asked "will you marry me?". My, what is a girl to say? To begin with it appeared I could not respond, my voice had left my body, however, luckily, as quickly as it had disappeared it returned and I muttered through tears of joy, "yes, of course I will". Then onto my finger he slipped a beautiful sparkling diamond solitaire that he had lovingly chosen and with both of us smiling madly at each other so begun our life together, forever.
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