....Saturday night in Gran Canaria.
Watching the stars as a balmy breeze floats across the balcony.
Drinking wine with M, my favourite boy in the world.
He pops back in to get a bottle of red. Comes back. And drops to one knee.
"Will you be my wife, please?"
And in his hand, the tiniest sliver of silver, glinting in the tropical moonlight (I have learned since that this is my 'placeholder ring' - there's a fitting for the real deal on Friday
).
Easiest words I've ever said.
"Yes please."