One cold Saturday morning...
Our engagement was a complete surprise to me. So much of a surprise that I had my hair scraped up, no make up on and was wearing an oversized hoodie and my Converse. I was a mess.
A few days before our 9 year anniversary, at around 8am on a Saturday (Yep 8am!!!) I was dragged out of bed and told to get ready to go out for some breakfast. Now usually this request would have been answered with profanities, as anyone who knows me well will tell you that I am not a morning person. As I’d kept him waiting for hours to get breakfast the previous weekend whilst I got ready, I thought I had better not argue.
I was taken to a lovely tea room in Castleton and then on to Peverill Castle. Our previous summer consisted of me dragging Matt around the different English Heritage sites, so I remember thinking how lovely it was that he’d taken me to the castle. Throughout the hike up the hill, we hummed the theme tune of Game of Thrones, such geeks.
While we were in the castle, Matt told me to look out of the window to the view over Castleton. When I turned back around, he was down on one knee. The lovely moment was soon spoilt by my shocked reaction of “Are you joking?” Poor lad.
18 months on, we have bought a house together, celebrated our 10 year anniversary, argued over the colour of paint and who is going to do the washing up and have planned a wedding.
High Five Matty :)
Kel x
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