Day One - with swearing...

On June 23rd, 2015, my best friend got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. It wasn't the most graceful or romantic proposal but, to be honest, I wouldn't change anything about it. In the moments leading up to the proposal I knew he was up to something. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and he kept rushing me to eat my supper. With my mouth full of garlic bread he grabbed my hand, dropped to one knee, and asked me to spend the rest of my days by his side. Being the graceful and lady like creature that I am, I ripped my hand out of his, choked on the garlic bread (spitting some in his face), and told him to fuck off. I have never been so emotional and sweaty in my entire life. When I think back on exactly how I felt at that moment... I have no words. That night, I saw forever in his eyes. Thanks to one of my beautiful bridesmaids, Mel, I now have this wonderful blog to hold all of my wedding planning adventures. Let the count down begin!! 15 months until I do!