So how was Sunday night? I hope we all did something nice?
Me? Well to be honest it was the best Sunday night of my entire life because…. I GOT ENGAGED! I’m still in a dreamy haze about everything.
There I was at 9:30 getting ready for my ‘party.’ Nice pyjamas? Check. Crumpets? Check. Hot chocolate? Check. As I walked into the hall there was a trail of roses leading to the living room. I didn’t realise what was happening until I opened the door and saw Dan dressed in his best suit and down on one knee. It was the single most perfect moment of my life. January and Sundays have been reclaimed forever.
Afterwards we drank Pol Roger champagne (the one Churchill drank) and grinned at each other like soppy teenagers.
So I’m going to keep this week’s post brief, (mainly because I can’t stop staring at my ring and I don’t want to make everyone sick with my gushing.)
I’m incredibly lucky to have found someone who loves me for exactly who I am… and for once the only emotion I feel is happiness.
I’VE FOUND A MAN WHO WANTS TO MARRY ME AND MY ANXIETY!! 🙂