Last
day in Brighton, or last minute in Brighton really, Peter asked me to
marry him. It was in the bright sunlight in a park by the Pavilion
and my first reaction was "No! Not here!". Then I
immediately snatched the ring out of his hand and said something like
"Or I mean of course I will". The weird things you do in chock? I was in chock for
hours, or days even. Maybe I still am? I feel overwhelmingly happy
one minute (so happy I started crying uncontrollably in the bathroom
yesterday), the next minute I feel terrified and the next minute
after that I feel nothing. Like when you lost your virginity and was
all "I don't feel anything, I'm still the same person". The
fact that other people seem more excited then we are (we've talked
about it for months) is a bit disturbing, but I guess it may just
take me a while to process it all. I mean, I'm going to be a wife? And the wife of the kindest, cutest and most talented person I know. How weirdly wonderful is that?
WARNING!
There is a slight possibility this blog may turn into a wedding
planning blog from now on.
