Gently swinging in a large two-person hammock with my boyfriend, Dean, he suddenly shuffled next to me, somehow getting up onto one knee.
‘Will you marry me?’ he asked, trying not to capsize both of us.
Thrilled, I said yes.
Although I was wearing a daggy black top and my go-to denim jeans, the moment couldn’t have been more perfect.
It was February 2008, and we jumped into planning mode for the wedding.
Brainstorming, I was quick to eliminate any traditional ideas such as pink bridesmaid dresses and peony arrangements.
I thought.