By his own admission my husband is not particularly romantic. That doesn’t mean he isn’t thoughtful, he is. He’ll de-ice my car in a morning and bring me a cup of tea in bed but he isn’t one for grand romantic gestures. Maybe that’s what made his proposal that little bit more special.
In Spring 2007 my future husband had a phone call from one of his suppliers at work asking if we fancied an all expenses paid trip to Venice in the summer. Ermmm, let me think about that for a minute. Yes, we bit their arm off! Venice was on my places I’d love to visit list and I couldn’t wait.
At the time I had been with the other half for twelve years (with a brief split around the time I went to uni) and we had been living together for four years. Every time we went anywhere as a couple the inevitable question came up, “so, when are you getting engaged?” and to be honest I was getting a bit fed up of waiting too. Every birthday, Christmas, 1st of the month I was getting my hopes up only to be disappointed.
August came and off we went to Venice, along with two other couples. We arrived in the early evening and caught a private water taxi from the airport. If ever I was going to have a movie star moment, this was it. Speeding in the water towards the city as the sun was setting was just magical.
Plus our hotel had it’s own dock so we got dropped off literally at the door!
The hotel was stunning and Venice was amazing, I fell in love with the place straight away. I loved the narrow streets and the little bridges that crossed all the canals, everywhere was just beautiful.
On the day he proposed we had all arranged to spend a little couple time so we wandered off to try and find Harry’s Bar. We did find it quite quickly but were refused entry as the boy had shorts on, something which actually worked out for the best. We wandered across the “road” and found a table outside a nearby hotel and spent the afternoon drinking cocktails overlooking the Grand Canal.
Also outside the hotel was a Gondola station. We sat watching people coming and going and noticed that quite a few people had opted for a bottle of champagne whilst they had their gondola ride. What a fab idea! We decided to go back to our hotel, get dressed up for the evening out and take a champagne gondola ride before dinner.
We booked the gondola at the hotel and it picked us up with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in an ice bucket with two glasses sat waiting. We hadn’t gone too far, I think hubby to be was perhaps a bit nervous, when he turned to me and said, “I have a surprise for you.” Now in my head I’m thinking; Venice, gondola, champagne…if this isn’t a ring I’m pushing him in! Luckily for him, it was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen and he popped the question.
Obviously I said yes!
He may have taken his time about it, but it was definitely worth the wait!