A couple of weeks ago I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself. My birthday is next weekend, but instead of celebrating with my family I would be ferrying the M’s to birthday parties, dancing and swimming while Mr TOPP had to work. Boo and hiss.
Last Thursday I had an early birthday card. From Mr TOPP.
Inside was a slip of paper saying:
Dinner for two
Saturday 1st March
For those of you that don’t know, Ranelagh is in Dublin.
We used to live in Dublin, and Marios was our favourite restaurant.
It slowly dawned on me that Mr TOPP was taking me on a surprise trip.
For my birthday.
Sometimes I’m a bit slow.
In secret he had arranged for his mum to come and stay to look after the M’s for the weekend. He was playing a gig on Friday night, so after that we headed to a hotel at the airport ready to fly on Saturday morning.
Neither of us have been back to Dublin since we moved home ten years ago, so once we arrived we embarked on our very own version of the tourist trail, finding our regular haunts, reminiscing about old times. While other people were taking photos outside the Guinness gates we were snapping old work places.
At 7pm we were at the restaurant, ready to see if our memories of THE best bruschetta and pizza were correct.
We sat down and ordered a bottle of prosecco to toast my birthday, and I thought how lucky I am to have a man who would arrange THE perfect weekend for my birthday, even it it was a week early.
And then Mr TOPP topped it all by asking if I might like to marry him.
Well yes, yes I would!
Forty eight hours later I’m still catching sight of my sparkly left hand and squeaking a lot little bit.
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect birthday weekend.