On January 3rd, James popped the question. We had woken up early that morning to take the dogs a walk around Melbourne and James was acting unusually, to say the least.
Normally, when we're on a walk, he never wants to go any particular direction and is happy to go wherever it is I want to go. Don't get me wrong, I always give him a choice or insist that he lets me know if there's anywhere in particular he wants to head but he always tells me he's happy to wander wherever I lead us. That morning, however, he seemed to be ignoring my suggestions that we take the riverside track and instead, was keen to keep us walking uphill through the gardens.
It was a hot morning and I was looking forward to getting home and so when he began leading me uphill without asking if it was where I wanted to go, I thought he must have gotten sick and tired of always having me lead the charge. It started to cross my mind that perhaps his extending our walk was a gesture to let me know he was tired of all the socialising we had been doing in Melbourne and wanted to put his foot down for a change, despite the fact the uphill walk was the last thing my legs wanted to do at that point in time! Well, fine, I thought, but there's better ways to communicate your wants and desires if you aren't happy with what you're doing!
Once we'd gotten up the hill, I remarked that it seemed like he was finally expressing what he wanted to do. Deep down I was feeling pretty guilty that my poor other half had been "oppressed" all this time and I hadn't even noticed. He didn't say anything in reply, except that he wanted to go look at an interesting looking tree ahead of us. I was starting to feel pretty uneasy - was he really that upset with me that he couldn't open up about what was troubling him?
I followed him as he looked at the very unremarkable tree. He then turned towards me to say there was something else he wanted to do. Lately, he had been joking about proposing from time to time. For example, he would hold my hand and say, "I love you, and that is why I have to tell you..." and my heart would race for a few seconds as he held my gaze, before he would say "...that I love you". I would then give him a playful slap and roll my eyes at him. So when he brought me closer to him at the top of the hill beside the unremarkable tree, I thought that the thing he wanted to do was give me a kiss, another "joke" proposal. I gave him a quick peck and a playful "stuff you!" Of course, I hadn't seen that while my face was at his, he was actually taking a box from his pocket. He quickly interjected and said: "No! There is something I want to do!" and, as soon as I caught sight of the box, I was instantly overcome with emotion. The tears began flowing and my hands were at my face before James even had the chance to kneel down, let alone open the box and ask the question!
When he finally got on bended knee and asked me if I would marry him, I choked back tears and told him "of course!" - a fact he had to relay to me after a few minutes when I asked him if I had actually said yes or whether I had simply continued blubbering! It was such a surprise and I was so emotional that I couldn't even remember what I had said!
The moment was so perfect - even the dogs had sat obediently without making a peep. I still need to pinch myself when I think that the best man in the entire world wants me to be his wife and I now wear a beautiful ring that proves it!
Shortly after sharing the big news, we drove to visit my parents and celebrated the announcement. I'll leave you with some pictures from the time we spent at my folks and I promise when I'm back home in Sydney, I'll share the rest of our holiday pictures with you.