I remember asking my childhood hero - England's 2003 Rugby World Cup-winning captain, Martin Johnson - a question in a packed press conference deep in Twickenham's gut following an England defeat, during his brief spell in charge of the national side.
I said, politely: "Martin, what went wrong today?"
That was the most nervous I had ever been asking a question, until Wednesday, August 26, 2015 - Amy's 24th birthday.
Right then, the most important question I have ever asked became: ‘Will you marry me?’
The amazing, incredible, and fantastic feeling when she said yes to me, was she actually said YES! I was convinced I would cry. Why wouldn't I? The girl of my dreams had agreed to marry me! I have always called Amy the "winning lottery ticket" but that does not begin to describe her!
Here’s the ring because that seems to be the most popular request!!!
Now I know what you all want to know, how did it happen?
But going about the proposal was a nightmare. I wanted to do it on the beach, because she's from there, and misses it greatly, having moved to Cheltenham to be my carer. And as you will probably know planning is no longer one of my strong points!
I somehow had to shoehorn it into her big day, without giving away plans. I had a lot of help from Amy’s mum and sister.
On the morning of the big day, it was absolutely chucking it down. Amy, me, Amy’s mum and sister all went out for coffee. The rain was so bad we decided to go home and watch a film, Amy chose "Tangled". It was the longest hour and 40 minutes of my life! Eventually the sun came out and I dragged Amy out the door and down to the beach.
While driving to the beach, Amy, as is so beautifully typically of her, spotted a lost dog wandering the streets alone, and pulled over to investigate.
At this point, I had the ring in a box burning a hole in my coat pocket as I clutched it tightly, while she checked if another creature was injured. As I say, complete and utterly typical of her: tending to someone else! After another excruciatingly long 45 minutes of Amy knocking on doors to find the owner of this dog, we finally got back on track.
We got to the beach and took a romantic stroll. Amy, who is big into photography, set up a timercam and I took the opportunity to get down on one knee, and as she turned around, I think she finally understood what was going on.
I love this photo because it is so us, perfectly imperfect.
Thank goodness it wasn’t on video because, in all honesty, I bottled it. Unable to control my emotions. Fortunately, Amy asked if I had made any notes. I had (phew) so I ended up passing her my phone so she could read for herself.
The first thing Amy commented on was the ring, which I had a little bit of help with! (Thanks Emily!)
For weeks, I had researched the perfect quote. I once read: "If you cannot find the perfect words yourself, then use someone else's."
I had put Amy through so much in our three-and-a-half-year relationship, I was incredibly grateful to her for everything, but mostly, for still being there.
I’m so thankful she said YES!
I'm also grateful her mum and dad said yes too when I had asked their permission the night before, which was luckily both greeted with by a hug apiece!