Four years ago, when we arrived home, he hurried out of the car a little quicker than usual and left me to carry a heap of his rugby training things as well as my own. I walked in and noticed a magazine open on our bed, which at the time I didn't think anything of*. I walked into the lounge room. It was dark except for a candle burning, a song** begun to play, and he said those four little words every girl gets all giddy to hear. I said yes.
* Clearly my mind was elsewhere. January 2009 edition of Vogue, a picture of my engagement ring with the words 'Natalie, I love you! Will you marry me?' Still makes my heart flutter.
** The song I walked down the aisle to.