Yesterday he asked me to marry him and I said yes. I said yes so exuberantly that I may have leapt across the car and knocked the handbrake off causing us to roll back down the hill we were parked on. We're hoping that makes for a pretty funny story and yet at the same time we don't care because it's our story!
We were are so happy that we want to tell everyone and shout our commitment from the roof tops. However, the reactions I have had so far have made me a little unhappy and I am already starting to become worried over the issues and arguments that are going to happen over the next 18 months or so, until the big day arrives. When ever I need a lift I just talk to my Fiancé and I feel all better.
His parents thought we were joking. So much so that we had to repeat ourselves four or five times till they took us seriously. Their reaction after that was to be thankful that we hadn't met them to tell them we were pregnant and that they hope it will be a long engagement. Now, I'm sorry, we are in our mid-twenties, own a house together and have been committed to each other for 3 years. What did they expect was going to happen that we were going to wait until we were thirty to get married. So obviously my in-laws to be just love me.
I also realised that many, many people are going to stick their oar in a tell me what they think I should be doing. It's only day two and I had to tell a friend of mine that it is my engagement and my wedding and so I will do whatever I want about both. If I want to start planning today I damn well will. If I want to wait and plan it in three months right before the day I will. If I want to elope I will.
So I am starting this blog as a way of venting any angers or sorrows I have over the months of preparation and also sharing the happiness and joy I have in all the little things I get to do with my Fiancé. This is not really for anyone else but if you happen to read it and like it or find it helps you at all please let me know.
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