I won’t lie, hive. After two and a half years of dating Mr. Horseshoe, I was itching to make things official. We knew we wanted to eventually get married and had talked about it quite a bit, but we hadn’t set any hard deadlines. The mystery of when and how he’d propose had me excited and anxious. Today? Nope. How about today? Nope. Suffice it to say, I was surprised by his proposal. Mr. Horseshoe had gone ring shopping and planned our engagement without me knowing. Well done, Mr. H.
I rolled out of bed on a Saturday in June 2014. My hair was a mess and I was wearing ratty pyjamas. Mr. Horseshoe had been going on and on for weeks about wanting to have a special European style breakfast as opposed to our usual toast or cereal. Pastries, cheese, and coffee to start our weekend? Yes, please.
I dragged myself downstairs, pyjamas and messy hair and all, to find a beautiful table waiting for me:
Looks good, right? Source: personal photo