Guest post by Sharon Stephens, the Central and East Herts Musical Minis franchisee.
On February 29th 2004 I proposed to my now husband Paul. I had been married before and knew that this time around this was really love. Not the stuff of fairytales, but almost! My love for Paul was deep and heartfelt, my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was him calling me on my mobile, or had sent me a text and I’d smile to myself whenever I thought of him. When we were together I felt safe and protected, but above all, truly loved. I was safe in the knowledge that Paul loved me, warts and all. We laughed together every day, about things that most people wouldn’t find funny, but that made them all the more amusing!
So (before you ask me to pass the sick bag!) I’ll tell you why, if our love was this wonderful and I was sure it was reciprocal, didn’t I wait for Paul to propose to me? Simple, Paul is one of life’s most laid back people, more laid back than anyone I have ever met in fact, the proverbial Mr Horizontal. It takes a huge amount of provocation to rile him and his unspoken motto in life is “if it ain’t broke, why fix it?” I knew that he would never propose to me in a million years, but I also knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I had lost my Mum to cancer two years and a day before meeting Paul – we always say she is my guardian angel and brought him to me – and I know that losing her had made me realise how precious and sometimes cruelly short life can be, so I decided that if I wanted to be with this man, it was up to me to make it happen!