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We had a hobby in common - historical reenacting. In the middle of the "Waltz in the Round" at a ball, he had his second cause a fuss that stopped the band, then walked up to the dance mistress and asked for the floor.
He called me to the centre and announced that, since my father was no longer able to offer my hand, did I have the permission of our "extended family" (with my agreement, of course) to make him an honest man.
We all agreed, and waltzed, and then the world changed...
A week later, I was severely injured in a training accident. While I was in the hospital, before being transferred to the spinal cord injury rehab centre, I told him that he had every right to walk away as this was not what he signed on for. He told me that he needed to think about it.
When I was transferred to the rehab centre, he was waiting in my room with roses and my engagement ring. He told me that, while the hospital had given it him after the accident it looked silly on him, so I really should have it back. We married in a very special wedding a year later among our historical friends, and while it took me two canes and a bit of help, and I had to sit for the ceremony itself... I walked down the aisle to start our lives together.
I know... Pretty hokey.