I don’t often get personal on here, so it seems a little strange to be writing this. On the other hand, it seemed even more so to just carry on and not address it. So, after 11 years of knowing each other, 8 years of being in a relationship and a baby later, Kane proposed!
I’ll let you into a little secret; I actually picked my own ring. And not only that, I picked it way back in March 2018. It might seem like a long time to wait, 10 months after the ring was bought, for a proposal. But Kane’s Dad died in May, and his Nan in early June, so there wasn’t a good time for months after that whilst we grieved them both.
Then my birthday went by in October, and nothing happened. Christmas and new year went by, nothing. Then his birthday, where I bought him a boyfriend card, but jokingly addressed it to my
husband boyfriend. A few hours into the day Kane served me up some vegan cheese on toast, and out of nowhere, pulled the ring out of his pocket. He explained that he’d told me he didn’t want anything for his birthday, because he just wanted me to say yes. Then he got down on one knee and proposed.
I burst into tears as soon as Kane pulled the ring out, causing Ada to rush over to us. She didn’t quite understand the concept of happy tears, bless her! Of course I said yes, and my cheese on toast went cold because I couldn’t eat afterwards!
Some people reading might think that’s the lamest engagement ever, but for me it was perfect. I hate a scene, being the centre of attention, and I knew I wanted a proposal at home. It definitely caught me off my guard!
Kane and I haven’t always had the easiest relationship. I feel like we’ve seen each other through the best and worst time of our lives. I’ve supported him through caring for his Dad for years. He was there, washing my hair in the bath when I was too weak to even stand during my pregnancy with Ada. But we’ve always stuck it out through the hardest points, and I honestly couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.