My Little Love Story- Part Eight- When You Realise...
Read Part One- The Day We Met- here.
Read Part Two- Getting To Know Each Other- here.
Read Part Three- Moving In- here.
Read Part Four- Just Friends?- here.
Read Part Five- My New Life Without You- here.
Read Part Six- Secrets- here.
Read Part Seven- I Love You- here.
Mr E finally bought his new house a few weeks later and pretty much straight away I moved in. No one told us we were moving in too quickly- after all we had already lived together for six months before we were even together- not many people can say that. We settled into being together well and I loved him with my whole heart. Mushy but true.
After about a year it was time for a change and we rented his house out and made the move to the Big Smoke. We lived in a flat above a bar in Islington North London, and enjoyed many happy moments. It was most certainly our honeymoon period, and all our money was spent on going out, nice restaurants and some wonderful holidays. Ultimately though, while I loved London, Mr E wasn't so keen as he missed living in his own home, so after about ten months we moved to Cambridgeshire and rented a little flat in a quiet and pretty village. I grew up in Cambridgeshire, and although none of my friends still lived there, my family did, and it was a very pretty county that was still near enough to London. I still commuted into the city for work which actually took me less time than when we lived there, and we loved the village life, although it was strange after living in big cities for five years.
Ultimately we wanted to buy our own home together but unfortunately we had hit the recession and after Mr E's house in Leeds got sold we made a small loss. However we didn't hold out hope that we would buy one some day and after a few months we moved back in with my Mum to start saving for a deposit.
One morning in August 2008 I was awoken quite early in the morning by a very restless and fidgety Mr E. I went to the toilet and then came back and asked him what on earth was wrong with him. We had been out the night before for an early 30th birthday celebration with my Mum's boyfriend, Mr E was turning 30 the next week but her partner was going to be away at the time, and so I thought that he was just feeling a bit hungover from too much champagne.
'Look under your pillow,' he said. I thought he had gone a bit mad but looked under there just as he had asked. I pulled out a tiny blue box. 'I think the ring fairy has been,' he exclaimed. I opened up the box to find the most beautiful platinum diamond solitaire ring. 'Will you marry me?' I didn't actually ever say yes because I was jumping around the room screaming and crying with happiness. He then produced a little bag. I opened up a few different little presents before opening a guide book to Edinburgh. 'We are flying to Edinburgh for the weekend just after lunch,' my new fiancee told me 'but not before we go for a champagne breakfast with your family and you get your nails manicured to show off your new ring.' See, I did mention my husband is incredibly romantic.
After a lovely morning we were off to the airport to fly to Edinburgh. We had a wonderful weekend and I have so many memories I will treasure forever. Think being spoilt rotten, fireworks, drinking too many shots and lots of shopping and you will be halfway there.
The day we got engaged my fiancee gave me a card. It was a simple card and on the front there was a quote...
Both of us fell in love with that quote and it has featured a lot throughout our lives together so far- so much so that Mr E made me a beautiful photo collage of our engagement weekend with those words printed on to it. To this day it is one of my most treasured gifts.
The best man also mentioned it in his speech on our wedding day as it is the one quote that sums us up completely. But our wedding day is a whole other story...