- Published on Wednesday, 10 September 2014 12:52
For months my finance had secretly planned our engagement in addition to designing my gorgeous, unique ring. Only days before we jetted off to New Zealand for a snowboarding holiday, he had travelled interstate to secure my parents blessing before swearing them also to secrecy (no minor feat for my family).
Unbeknownst to me, Jason had arranged for a private cellar tour and tasting at our favourite vineyard (Felton Road) on the fourth day of our trip. It was his intention to propose after we had sampled some of our favourite vintages. Unfortunately disaster struck the day prior.
On day three of our trip as Jason and his lifelong friend Ben (both accomplished snowboarders), calmly and patiently instructed me how to complete turns on the beginner slopes, I had caught an edge and fallen. Though I initially tried to shake it off, it became painfully apparent that I had broken not one but both of my wrists. This resulted in a quick trip back down the hill, an afternoon in the medical centre and a significant supply of Codeine.
Despite the setback, there in amongst the vines of our much loved 'Block 5' of Felton Road, with a glass of our favourite vintage in the better of my two hands (sadly the right), my gorgeous man apologised for the events leading to this moment and the inevitable ensuing awkwardness as he dropped to one knee and asked me to marry him.
I struggled to remove the sling and cast from beneath my jumper before to reveal the swollen extremities of my left hand before squealing "Yes" and informing him to "make it fit", in reference to the beautiful ring I had been presented with.
The Manager of the cellar door then emerged to fill our classes and congratulate us before informing us that all present staff members had been watching from inside and wished us a long and happy marriage.
Despite the setbacks, it was perfect.