How did he propose to you ?

[ThefarmersWife99]

I was registered on here before but for some reason cannot log in ( something to do with my e-mail account) in case anyone thinks its strange I'm here !!

I'm slogging through the mass of paperwork my darling OH has left to accumulate right up to the last minute when he needs it for someone coming to test the land for spray... typical man.

So whilst debating the easiest way to murder him , It got my thinking about when he proposed to me ( he is a farmer, if the name doesn't give it away). I always take his lunch to him so drove over like any normal day but he made some lame excuse about me needing to see new suspension on the seats in the combine... so in I clambered beside his dad. As we drove into the next field there was sign that had ' I have a very big question to ask you' and the tractor then pulled up beside us with ' will you marry me' spray painted onto the back of the trailer !!

Some people might find that very OTT and a waste of time , can understand that completely and I would have been more than happy for a quiet discussion about it. But it was very romantic especially for him . All the effort he went through to organise it and keep it secret, suppose it doesn't make this mountain of paperwork quite so bad !

So how did your OH propose to you ?

Christmas Day, he said it was so I would always remember it and never forget the day. It was a last little present when I thought I'd opened them all. Will never forget it, or forget him on one knee with tears in his eyes when he told me he wanted to grow old with me.

What a great memory.

Miss you honey

xxx

Right after we arrived to a beautiful holiday resort, in a hut with a floor-to-ceiling window, at sunset.

It would have been a really awkward holiday had I said no!

At the end of a six week holiday in France. We had stayed in a converted barn in a tiny village in the south-west. We'd spent just had a lovely, relaxing time- eating out, visiting the coast and local medieval hill towns, swimming, walking, reading, shagging, talking and never had a wrong word- just lots of laughs and a great time.
End of the last week, pouring one afternoon and we went to bed. The window was open but the shutters pulled to and the smell of honeysuckle was really strong. Lying in bed, after DTD and he said 'So, will you marry me then?' I said ' Yes' He said ' I'm talking 'til death us do part, rich and poor, sickness and health mind- the whole lot. You're stuck with me 'cos I won't be going anywhere. I'm sure. Are you?' I was. Still am.
Kissed lots of frogs - excuse the pun- before I found him.

I was going to propose to DH on 29th Feb that year but we had a huge row. I remember looking across the room at him, we were both so angry, and thinking what a wanker he was being but that I simply couldn't bear it if I couldn't have him with me forever, even when things were at their worst. So I went over to the sofa where his was laid, got down on one knee and told him that I loved him and asked if he would marry me. He said yes, we hugged. Not at all romantic but if you can look at somebody who is being a twunt and still love them with all your heart then you know you stand a great chance of having a fab marriage.