On Anniversaries and Proposals

James and I have been together for four years tomorrow.  I not only remember the date but that it was a Friday and that he called my mobile to ask me out; that he was at the park at the time, and that it was five weeks after our first kiss.

A lot has happened in the last four years.  Two children have been created, for a start.  Beautiful, intelligent, hilarious children of whom I am very proud.  There have been bad times as well as good but I'm sure I speak for us both when I say that it has all made our relationship stronger.

So: four years of love, fun, laughter, holidays, new homes and tiny babies.

And now a proposal.

Though I have hoped and quietly assumed for some time that we would marry one day, I was never really expecting a proposal.  I suppose you would have to know James to understand what I mean by this, but it was genuinely a surprise to hear him actually asking those four magic words.

Four words after four years; almost like it was planned or something.

I have a ring, albeit a temporary one while we save for a more durable piece of jewellery.  It is not really the ring that is important anyway, more the love that it symbolises.  I may not be rich in materials but I have someone who is happy to give me all that he has and who will love me til the end of the World.

What could be better than that?