He finally proposed. After 3 years of dating, he got down on one knee with a ring. At first, he tried to grab the wrong hand, but my cat-like reflects wouldn’t allow it. I reached out with the right hand (which is the left hand, just to be clear). The timing was perfect as both his family and mine were there to celebrate his birthday. We all ate home-made ice-cream cake and mango cake.
Although this blog began from the point of view of a woman who was not even getting married, the crazy (planning) can finally begin!