I got engaged a few days ago. I know it's exciting but I don't really feel that different, apart from needing to throw a huge party sometime soon..... ish.
On Friday, Tom got up and got dressed for work, and woke me up to say goodbye as usual. And as usual I was barely awake for the goodbye and fell back asleep immediately. Next thing I know there is a knock on my door. YES the delivery man is here with my dress! Yes yes yes!!! Throw some clothes on, run to the front door and..... no delivery man.
Where is the delivery man? Why is Tom kneeling? Why is Tom wearing bummy clothes and not his work outfit? What time is it? What day is it? Seriously, where is my delivery man??!?!? What is Tom saying? OMG that's a ring... he's proposing... So there is no delivery man?
Confused. Very confused. It was 7am which is wayyyyy too early for me and I was completely disoriented. It took me a good minute to realise Tom was proposing and all I could say was "You're crazy" and hug him. This is the stunning ring he presented me with:
I think it looks big on me because I'm so tiny (the ring is a size F) and it wouldn't look so big on a normal person haha. I love it so much though, it's perfect.
Yesterday we went to a friend's wedding (which is why I was stalking my delivery man.... he had my dress which I had to wear the next day!) and I kept referring to Tom as my boyfriend. I think it will take me a while to get used to calling him my fiance!
Everyone's been asking me about my wedding plans and to be honest, I have none. Weird for the over-planner that I am. I think it actually terrifies me, the thought of planning a wedding. I've heard so many horror stories about how stressful weddings are and I think I want to enjoy engaged life for a bit longer!
Thankyou for all the lovely wishes on Twitter and Instagram, sorry I can't thank you all personally!