Sorry cats.  Apparently I shall not be adopting a dozen of you afterall.

The night of the 17th, I became engaged.

We started out taking photos as this was the last night my love was here.

I get it.  I get it now.

Totally.

We fell into a rhythm … we were comfortable, happy, Home.

It took no effort at all.

Which is very odd. And amazing.

Late night, on the 17th – I became engaged.

I told him, “ok, ask me in the morning.”

Giving him an out.  Not trusting that my dreams were all coming true.

I awoke to confirmation.

Our time together was amazing.

We crossed most everything off of our wishlist.

And the entire time, I was never more sure or happy.

I knew, from the deepest part of my heart, that this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Nic said “He fit.  He was your puzzle piece.”

Butters would not leave him alone.

All I know is, starting out as friends, then growing up – is a mind blowing, humbling, amazing experience.

Having memories already.

Then respecting the person they grew into.

We’re planning a Halloween wedding.  And if I have my way?  An Iron Man cake.

So, doesn’t look like I’m going to keel over alone and be eaten by my dog whilst decomposing.

I found the love of my life.

(By the way, he sang this song to me at karaoke – and then, as we sat in the room, while another man sang, he sang ‘Can’t help falling in love’ to me – does it get dreamier than that??)