I’m just going to get right in there and give you all the biggest news EVER that I’ve been dying to write about all week.

I ‘ M    E N G A G E D !

Bride emoji, ring emoji, every bloody emoji under the sun.

I am now a bride to be. Me. A BRIDE.

It’s almost as if the more times I say and write this down it’s going to feel more real but OMG it’s been one hell of a week and my ring still catches my eye every time I start typing (or eating dinner, or brushing my teeth, or basically doing anything that involves my hand) and I still can’t quite believe it.

I’m going to rewind a little bit to give you the full story. Every last glorious, hilarious and heart swelling detail.

Oh and BTW I’m not going to apologise for the smushy blog post below so read below with caution if you’re prone to being a little bit sick whilst reading romantic prose.

Soz but not soz.

Ever since I was young I always had this hunch that I was going to get married in my future.

IDK why, even when I was about 8 or 9 I used to fall asleep thinking of a version of me, 15 years in the future, having met my future husband and wondering what does he look like? Will he be my best friend? Will he like The Sims and Harry Potter and Tamagotchis as much as me?

LOL, can’t blame 9 year old me for not thinking about the important things in life.

I remember once looking out of my bedroom window thinking, where is he in the World right now?

I used to like to imagine that I would meet him somewhere crazy like hanging out of the back of a Jeep in Africa on a safari, or when I’m working as a dentist in New York and we bump into each other on the sidewalk, or when I’m hiding from the rain in a quite corner of a coffee shop in London and he comes over to ask me about the book I’m reading.

The reality is that nope I’m not a dentist, I’ve never travelled anywhere further than Greece and we actually met in a grotty nightclub in Kettering.

Who said romance was dead!

But if I could give a message to 9 year old me, I would say:

You’re gonna meet your future husband when you’re 19. BTW you’re drunk, everyone looks a bit blurry and you’re unsteady in your 7 inch heels but you’re going to remember this guy who looks very sober and looks incredibly smart for your otherwise regular night out on the town.

You’re going to keep on bumping into him all night because for some reason you find him  funny and a bit alluring and you’re STILL thinking to yourself why the heck is he wearing a shirt in town. Oh, and by the way he pinches your bum and it’s pretty much sealed the deal when you realised that he’s cheeky too because WHO KNEW you were going to turn out to be so easily pleased.

Over the years, you’re going to follow him to Bristol and realise that he is every inch the hilarious, sweet best friend that you could ever have wished for. You’re going to become cat parents, owners of a property and he’s always going to constantly be pushing you to develop into the kind of person that you knew you always wanted to be.

Oh, BTW he hasn’t stopped being cheeky.

I remember once looking out of my bedroom window thinking, where is he in the World right now?

SO. All of the above taken into consideration, I’m sure that it would come as no surprise to you AT ALL that when I knew James was the guy I wanted to get married to (which was pretty much as soon as we started seeing each other) I wanted to get engaged.

I mean, I wasn’t precious about whenever we did. All I wanted was for us to have bought a house and be happy in every other aspect of our lives at the point that we would think about taking the step further which is why BOY OH BOY recently I felt like it was definitely the right time to get engaged.

You’re gonna meet your future husband when you’re 19. BTW you’re drunk, everyone looks a bit blurry and you’re unsteady in your 7 inch heels but you’re going to remember this guy.

So, last Thursday.

Last Thursday was mine and James’s 4 year anniversary. As per usual whenever I get really busy I get quite stressed out so after a busy day at work I remembered that OH SHIT I was supposed to have picked up the presents I needed to give James that night. So, off I went to Sainsbury’s (and spent a good deal of time looking at the clothes and homeware because good god they have a lot of good things in right now).

So that meant that I should have been home a lot earlier than I actually made it.

James should have already have been home by that time, but standing outside I couldn’t see any lights on and I thought that’s weird, hope he’s not late leaving work, omg what if he’s been hit by a car cycling home, am I going to have to call all the local hospitals again to try and find out where he’s been admitted to blah blah blah.

Y’know, usual thoughts.

As soon as I walked through my front door, everything was dark apart from light coming from hundreds of tea lights in arrows directing me to the living room.

Oh and there was rose petals EVERYWHERE, almost as if 5 dozen red roses had just exploded and scattered themselves around every inch of my house.

As I walked through into my living room, I had a written note to tell me to stand in the middle of a huge, tea light and red petal heart and close my eyes. Then, he appeared out from behind the living room curtain, bent down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

Besides from just about managing to say YES (I didn’t have any words at first I KNOW RIGHT) but after a combination of crying and a bit of a weird, creepy laugh that was obviously coming from me, all I could do was explode into his arms and experience pure joy from head to toe.

30 minutes combined effort of blowing out about 100 tea lights and ringing every person we know under the sun, James then took me out to our favourite restaurant the Pony & Trap in  Chew Magna (visit them and their FLIPPIN AMAZING MENU here)

Besides from just about managing to say YES, all I could do was explode into his arms and experience pure joy from head to toe.

It’s been a week now, and I’m STILL getting used to calling James my fiancé. When I’m talking to most people I’ve literally been like oh yeah my boyfriend HOLY HAGRID I FORGOT I’M ENGAGED my fiancé blah blah blah.

I love my ring. It’s from Goldsmiths and I know how much thought James put into this particular ring and I have to say, I’m so impressed with how well James understands my style.

In other words – it’s absolutely, unconditionally, truly and completely perfect.

I’m absolutely petrified to take it off though; I’m taking it off for showers and when I’m doing the washing up but as I sleep in it I’m having horrendous anxiety when I wake up thinking OH GOD the diamond’s fallen off or IT’S NOT ON MY FINGER ANYMORE oh wait yes it is. I’ve even woken up at about 2am one night wondering whether it’s even humanly possible to accidentally swallow the whole ring in my sleep.

And I’m not gonna lie about how much I’ve been looking forward to this bit but HELL YES GIRLS it’s time to plan a wedding.

I’ve only got a super vague idea of flowers, colour, OMG THE DRESS. But for now you can follow my obsession with pinning ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING on Pinterest right over here.

So now there’s only one thing for it –

L E T ‘ S    C E L E B R A T E !

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