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Last Thursday I ran a bit of a proposal special as I featured this gorgeous proposal shoot as well as introducing you to The Proposers. This got to me thinking about wedding proposals and weather they actually live up to our exceptions.
There is so much pressure these days on men (and sometimes women) to give the perfect proposal, as it is one of those stories that you will find yourself telling time and time again. Many of us will spend years dreaming of that magic moment when the love of our lives pops the questions, and many of us will want it to be a story fit to tell the grandchildren in years to come.
But do we put too much pressure on our other half? Surely it’s nerve racking enough without the added pressure of making the moment completely magical! Surely the pressure and worry of you actually saying yes is enough to worry about?
So toady I wanted to open up the blog to you, and let you have your say, I’d like to know
1) Do you think wedding proposals over rated? What are your thoughts?
2) What is your proposal story? Was it big, small, flamboyant? Or don’t you like a fuss?
I’ll start the ball rolling…………
Personally for me it was third time lucky with Nik! Not something I mention that often but I was engaged twice before I actually got married to Nik. The first time I was very young, 19 in fact and it happened on my year out before I went to University. He got down on one knee in the middle of the high street one night after the pub, I said yes…….not exactly the most romantic of settings. Needless to say I went off to University and the relationship lasted another 10 months before we split up.
The second time was when I was 26 and we had been together for 6 months. It happened at Southport Weekender (a 3 day long soul and house rave that used to take place in Southport Pontins) we were in the soul room in Saturday afternoon at a Beverly Knight Gig and he popped the question, I again said yes. We were engaged for 4 horrible years and the relationship was far from perfect. We set the date for the wedding and changed/cancled it twice, I eventually cancelled it completely 4 years later when I split up with him……a very close call the man was an idiot of the highest order!
With Nik it was different, for one he actually had the ring when he proposed to me so we were making headway before we even started! We met on 1st October 2005 and we were engaged on 1st September 2007. I knew Nik was the one after a year, so when we went away for our first year anniversary to London I thought he may pop the question, what I didn’t take into consideration is the fact that maybe he wasn’t ready! Nik is 10 years younger than me, so when we met I was 33 and he was 23, so expecting him to propose at 24 may have been a bit hopeful on my part. After he didn’t propose the idea was constantly at the back of my head, when would he do it? You see I was ready, I’d already got rid of 2 fiancés and I knew that they were wrong for me, which is why I knew Nik was the one, and as Harry says to Sally in when Harry met Sally, ‘when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible’.
The next opportunity I thought was when we went on a Balloon ride…..perfect right? High in the air, peaceful, romantic………. Nope apparently not! Nik didn’t take the bait!
The next time was the following year in Ibiza; I thought he was bound to do it then, the sun, the sea, the clubs, our favourite holiday destination. It was our last night and we’d walked back to our apartment along the beach, we’d taken some time out away from our group of friends to be on our own, the moon was glistening on the sea………perfect time, for me yes but not for Nik……..still nothing.
So at this point I decided I needed to take matters into my own hands. We had spoken about marriage and we both knew it was going to happen at some point; I just wanted to know when. So I started talking about rings and the kind of thing I would like. I think I then kind of suggested we went and had a look for rings just so Nik knew the sort of thing I would be happy with. (not that I’m high maintance at all!) We went out one Saturday afternoon and the first shop we went into I had found the ring, Poor Nik looked a bit taken back, I think he thought we’d be searching for a few weeks, after all I am extremely indecisive….but no I found the ring and that was that. And that is the last I spoke of the wedding, I think I even stopped puzzling over when the proposal would happen, I just knew it was.
A few weeks later we went down to Cornwall to see my mum and spend a few days chilling out. I guess I thought it may happen while we were down there, maybe on the last night after a meal out? But again I just put the idea out of my head. That Saturday lunchtime, we nipped into Fowey for some lunch, we went into Sam’s my favourite restaurant and Nik was acting a bit odd and unnaturally impatient.
We ate up and then headed to the town key. Nik knows that Fowey Town key is my favourite place in the world; it’s a place I always used to go to as a child and the one pace I HAVE to visit every time I go back to Cornwall, the view out to see is so calming and so peaceful I just l LOVE it. We looked out to the water , Nik put his arms around my waist and there was the ring in his hand, and then the words cam out, ‘will you marry me’ he got down on one knee and said it again……..I said yes and I cried…..a lot!
The thing that made it so perfect so that I wasn’t expecting it, the middle of the day he completely caught me off guard and it couldn’t be more perfect!
So my story to me is totally romantic, and one I am more than happy to tell the grandchildren one day!
In 2011 we went back to the same spot for our beloved shoot/2 year wedding anniversary with Marianne Taylor and captured that day again………and it’s still my favourite spot in the world!
(photo credit Marianne Taylor)
So that’s my story, now I want to hear yours………and if you don’t want to tell us your proposal story tell us what you think of the whole proposal pressure! is it to much? To little? Should we just be happy to get proposed to? (or happy not to in some cases!)
I’d love to hear your thoughts
Big Boho Love