He got down on one knee on Christmas morning, Holly’s second birthday. She stood next to him holding the open ring box and I cried. “Yes,” I called out before he’d even finished asking me I couldn’t wait to be his wife. We could have done it straight away, we’d been together for three years by then. We had the money to have our dream wedding the very next day if we had wanted, but we decided to enjoy being engaged for a while first. We were still so in love with being parents, the thought of planning a wedding just sounded too distracting. We told our friends and family our happy news and then we booked a holiday, and engagement-moon I guess. The three of us flew to Tuscany, where we hired a villa, high on a hill and we celebrated in peace, quiet and understated luxury. I knew then that I wanted to get married in the sun. It was so beautiful in Italy and Ben looked so handsome in his linen shorts and shirts, that was what I wanted, but there was only one place I could do it; Portugal.
