I had been waiting and waiting for Ste to ask me to marry him. Despite his protests in the first few dates that he never wanted to get married I knew he would do it at some point, but didn't quite know when he would take the plunge. We had a holiday booked for the following June to Portugal and as this was one of Ste's favourite places I suspected (and hoped) he may ask me there. So I put the thought out of my mind and we went on a holiday to Tenerife in November 2007. Near the end of the holiday we were getting ready to go out when I caught Ste talking to himself in the mirror and checking himself out. Thinking he was just talking to himself again I laughed and we headed out for cocktails and a walk. It was a lovely evening despite a sudden rain shower and when we were walking passed a little white church next to the sea we went over to have a look. After having a cuddle Ste handed me a white rose, got down on one knee and proposed. I think my shaky reply was 'what?' and the poor guy had to repeat himself. Of course I said 'yes'. I then realised that when I caught Ste talking to himself in the mirror earlier he was practising his proposal.