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.
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??)