No-one has been anticipating this blog post as much as I have. I finally get to start writing about my own multicultural story and my engagement. (Say what?!) Where do I begin…
For a long time I had been ready to get engaged to Mark. He was the one, I knew it before we started living together. I found a text message from 2013 jokingly telling him to propose so I can start to plan our wedding, luckily that’s when Secret Wedding Blog was born.
To say I was ‘hinting’ at Mark to propose for years doesn’t come anywhere near the truth. I was downright blatant and obvious, I kept telling him to do it. It always came up in conversation, ask my friends or family, they’ll know how much we talked about it. I didn’t want to be that person who did always talk about it, but I couldn’t help it. It was like ‘word vomit’ I was as my older sister Parveen would put it: ‘A desperado’.
As a wedding blogger, it’s so easy to get caught up in all things weddings. I’d always be faced with the most beautiful engagement rings on the real weddings I featured. For a while I had been fixed on Kirk Kara rings but then came across Eidel Precious. I wanted something different and really like the rose gold rings especially. I was eyeing up the green sapphire rings but Mark wanted to get something neutral that would go with everything. We got my finger measured when we were in town one day and then I sent him a few links of what I wanted. The ball was well and truly in his court.
6 weeks ago to the day I was exercising at my weekly outdoor bootcamp class. 5 minutes until the end, I was doing ‘high knees’ and fell on my ankle. I was in agony. Over that time, I had been to Cyprus, came back been to the GP and in and out of A&E. Last week I started to get really down about my ankle. I couldn’t walk on it properly and felt myself getting into a rut and it was hard to pick myself up. On Thursday, after spending the day at A&E, I finally found out that I had an ossicle in my foot and the pain was ligament and tissue damage.
It’s quite rare that Mark and I have a whole weekend off together because of his shift work. We had friends coming to visit us on Sunday so we said we’d enjoy Saturday to ourselves. Bath had been on our list of cities to visit ever since we moved down South, so we decided to go there for the day. Mark had been suggesting going to Prior Park because it was meant to be really nice. He mentioned that we’d have to get the bus to get there. I was thinking it’s going to be a right effort, why aren’t we going shopping instead?
We hopped on a bus to Prior Park and I noticed it was slightly cold and rainy. We started walking around and I couldn’t help it, I started moaning. ‘I’m cold, my ankles hurting’. Mark took my handbag and jacket in an attempt for me to enjoy our walk so I didn’t have to carry anything. (I know I sound like a right diva or brat here).
Walking around the park, we suddenly came across this swing attached to a branch. I jumped on it straight away and I was happy as larry. It was so cute, hidden away, I could have been on there for ages swinging away. We took a few boomerang videos and funny photos then decided to move on.
We came across Palladian bridge and I was keen to get there and take photographs quickly. It’s one of the four remaining Palladian bridges in the world. Mark was telling me to just relax for a bit and let other people take their time on it (there was only a couple of people there). I thought it was a bit strange why he wanted to wait, he just sat down and we admired the views. As soon as everyone had gone, we walked on the bridge and I already had my phone in my hand taking photographs.
Mark had this grin on his face and I was suspicious. Then all of a sudden he was down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I think I said ‘what’ and then ‘yes’ followed by tears and sobbing. I can recall saying something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe it’s finally happened’. Mark took some photos of my reaction, it’s safe to say, they won’t be making an appearance on the blog.
It all happened so quickly that it took a while to sink in. After that, Mark was like, right I know you’re going to want to take photographs so we’ll take as many as you want. This is quite big in itself as Mark hates having his photograph taken. I was skipping around afterwards with the biggest grin on my face (which hasn’t left my face yet).
I found out that Mark had been very sneaky. He had the ring delivered to my mum’s house so he travelled back to Cambridgeshire to ask her permission and pick the ring up. He then called my dad the day before to ask him too. Mark told me their reactions which led me to cry further because their responses were nicer than I ever imagined. All I ever wanted was the approval of my family of me dating a non Indian and non Sikh guy and I got just that.
I remember when my best friend got engaged last year, her and her fiancé were abroad and he asked her then. After that they enjoyed the rest of the day to themselves. I remembered that on Saturday so I said to Mark that we won’t tell anyone until the evening. We’ll never get this day back so let’s make the most of it. We enjoyed the afternoon in Bath and headed back.
Evening celebrations and announcements
En route home we stopped off at M+S to get some champagne and our favourite foods for dinner. Whilst it was cooking, I started to face time my family to tell them. My mum, older sister, twin sister (and partner), younger brother and my dad. Then my grandad, grandma, cousins, auntie and uncle. So my closest family all knew, then we went onto Mark’s family.
One by one we told his parents, siblings and their families. Everyone’s reactions were so lovely and all round excitable. I obviously had to message my closest girlfriends so they could hear it from me first before we announced it online.
We ended the evening by drinking champagne, having dinner, listening to Frank Sinatra and just enjoying each other’s company. It was a perfect day with my love.
Now to plan the big day…