{7.28.06}

engaged

After one year, four months and 16 days dating Adam, he proposed marriage. The place: Cork. The date: July 27th. The time: No clue. How: He gave the waitress the ring to bring out with our dessert. The dessert: Peanut Butter Cheesecake with a pretty orange flower on top. Did he get on one knee?: YES. Did I cry?: Dah, of course. Am I the luckiest girl alive?: Most definitely. Do we have a date set?: No, so stop asking.

My cheeks hurt from this perma smile I'm wearing today. I love this feeling and hope it never goes away. Even though we have been talking marriage for months, I refused to buy a single bridal magazine or visit the wedding site that I've been told is fabulous. While driving to work this morning all of my ideas came rushing in all at once. Now I'm engaged, now I can plan, now I can do all the things I wouldn't allow myself to do until Adam said those four beautiful words to me: Will you marry me? I'm in heaven.