This past weekend was a bit of a whirl-wind. If the above photo didn’t say it, I will – I got engaged!
We’ve been together for almost 6 years now, and I couldn’t be happier about making my favourite person mine forever. If you’re a friend or family member (Hi Mum!) you either got told within the hour or the day and now the rest of the world, we wanted some time with each other and a weekend away in London was perfect. It was as all these things go – super romantic, emotional and included double crying on both parties. To all wondering, I was expecting it just not in that moment – I’d thought that when we finished the renovation it’d happen. We went to Duck & Waffle for breakfast to see the sunrise from the 40th floor, there was a slightly strange and freak snow-storm thing going on. We had our food, sipping tea (or cranberry juice if you’re me) and then he asked. Suddenly the next thing I know I’m crying, the sky has cleared and there’re complementary Champagne glasses on our table. We talked a little, and then made our through London in a happy daze. That’s it really.
I’m happy and that’s kind of it.