A bit of background info:
My husband and I met in 2004. Exactly 8 years ago. We both work backstage in theatre and met on an Opera we were working on together. He was a cheeky chappy I was warned away from and I was a flirtatious young thing out to have fun. We quickly realised however that being together was a lot of fun and were quickly in seperable. We were together every second. Long summer days were spent lazing around on the grass in the grounds of the country manor house where the opera was held and each evening we worked together before post work drinks getting to know more about each other.
A few weeks later that job finished and we had to return to our seperate homes. It was then that we made plans to get work closer together and very quickly we were living together.
March 2010 he popped the question in the early hours of the morning. We'd been out for the evening with friends and Id gone to bed early. He's stayed up chatting to our friend and I now know plucking up the courage. He woke me up around 3am by sitting on the edge of the bed. I couldnt understnad why he was saying lots of lovely things about me and generally being soppy. Then out came a ring. I was amazed and still rubbing my eyes I said yes without hesitation. The ring which was slipped onto my finger fitted perfectly. It wasn't a big rock (which i would have hated) or any great eirloom. Instead it was a ring he'd made himself. He'd bought a band of silver and learnt how to make a ring from it. I was amazed that he had created something so beautiful and that it fit so perfectly when he'd had no idea of my ring size (I dont wear rings nbormally). I was sooo happy and couldnt wait to start planning our wedding....
