In the middle of a crowded hotel restaurant, my partner Peter dropped to one knee, holding out a sparkling ring.
‘Will you marry me?’ he smiled.
It was Valentine’s Day last year, and I’d had a sneaking suspicion he was about to propose. But I was still chuffed to bits.
‘Yes,’ I beamed. Peter, 58, and I had been together three years, and my three kids, aged 15, 13 and 9, thought he was great.
That night, we celebrated, staying over at the hotel.
Setting the date for this October, we got swept up in planning our wedding – big church ceremony, reception for 60 guests… Honeymoon in Vegas, followed by a Caribbean cruise.
Bliss!
My days were always busy, being a mum-of-three, and were now even busier with all…
