Picture this… It’s your birthday, your significant other has taken you out to dinner and when you get home he sits you on the bench outside, hands you a Bacardi Breezer (your drink of choice at the time) and blindfolds you. When he comes back and uncovers your eyes you notice he’s lit a path of tealight candles through scattered rose petals (yellow, your favourite) leading to the biggest bunch of roses you have ever seen and there he is, at the end of the path on one knee and flashing a giant diamond as he launches into an impassioned speech about how he loves you and will you be his wife?
That was not my marriage proposal, oh no, that was the one my sister got 6 months after mine. Mine, well mine was not exactly romantic – it went something like this: (in bed one morning)
TheGamer: When we’re married you’ll be taking my name, right?
Me: I guess… you buying me a ring then?
TheGamer: Yeah, go pick one.
Seriously, that was it, we were engaged and he was serious about me picking out my own ring in a here’s the budget, find something you like and lay-by it kinda way. He still bought my ring, if you can call going to the jewellers and paying off the rest of the lay-by buying a ring. I made him get down on one knee and ask before I put it on though; a girl has to draw the line somewhere.
TheGamer is romantic in all the ways that count but grand gestures? So not his style and not mine either, I confess. The proposal (if you can call it that) was perfect for us, it wasn’t a question really, more a statement of intent because there wasn’t a future either of us could see without the other in it. Seven months into our relationship and still living in different states we were engaged and trying to find a way to merge our lives. We ended up running away, moving to England together, something that breaks many couples just made us stronger. Nine years since our first kiss and he still rocks my socks, in bed and out.
We don’t need a hallmark holiday as an excuse to go out to dinner, jacked up prices and booked out restaurants full of new love, old love and those just there out of obligation… no thanks. I don’t need a card to remind me that he loves me because he tells me every day, he shows me every day. He brings me flowers, tulips because he knows I love them and we reminisce about our time in Turkey and Holland, he brings me daffodils to remind me of that first flush of spring in England that I love and miss so much. He picks up ice cream because I’m sick, chocolate when he knows I’m sad and a Verdelho when I’ve had a rough day, he’ll buy me a present just because he knows I’ll like it… and he does that all year round.
I don’t expect a present today, I don’t even expect one on Monday (our 7th wedding anniversary). We don’t save up all the romance for our anniversary and we don’t save it all for valentines day, we spread it out throughout the year. A little bit of romance, every day.
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