Ewan is your husband, you met when you were twenty and he was twenty three, you worked at the garden centre just into the little village closest to the farm that Ewan would frequent to buy compost, bird food, fish, rakes you name it he had an excuse to be there at least twice a week, only in the days he knew you had a shift though.

hed flirt with you and you always had a witty comeback and a grin that mirrored him, it was love at first glance really, though he let it burn slow as he had patience, it was lovely, too many men rush things, he’d woo you slowly, really capture your heart, and it’s been his ever since.

you two moved in together when the perfect house just across from his parents went kn the market because it was ideal for him to go to work, and he proposed not long after

everything is romantic with Ewan, even when he comes home covered in mud, if he hears the radio on he’ll beg you to slow dance with him, he’d twirl you like a princess. Wine and dine you whenever he could… you are his whole world after all.