One year ago todaySaturday, October 03, 2015
A year ago today I published this post about the fact Andy hadn't proposed to me on my 39th birthday.
It was by far the most personal post I've ever published. I received many kind and thoughtful comments, and all had a general message of 'talk to him'. Which I did. Sort of.
One evening Andy made yet another quip about marriage being rubbish and I looked at him in a deflated sort of way that demonstrated I didn't find it funny. I told him that I really wanted us to be married, that it was important to me.
He looked at me and nodded his head, and it was all I needed to know he'd heard me.
Little did I know that he'd already set things in motion. He'd been going to my Dad's house, on the off-chance of finding him at home, for a few months. Andy is a traditional sort of fellow and he wanted to ask my Dad's permission before he proposed.
The sod of it is that my Dad is rarely at home, and Andy doesn't often get the opportunity to go visiting. It wasn't until a few days before Christmas that he was there when Andy knocked on his door.
They sat down, had a cup of tea and chatted about this and that (farming mostly), they had another cup of tea, and it wasn't until Andy was standing at the front door again, ready to leave, that he finally asked the question.
I'm told that my Dad just smiled and said 'Yes, I think that would be a very good idea'.
On Christmas Day Andy surprised me and got down on one knee, asking me to spend the rest of my life with him.
Today we've been married for six months, life feels exactly the same as it did before marriage, and yet it also feels so completely different.
I can now finally put my finger on why I felt the need to get married. I feel like I belong more than I ever have before. We're together, and that's all there is to it.
(Day 35 of blogging everyday for 40 days)
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