Pure Squee. . .

My apologies for the poor lighting, but I'm just too chuffed to really care. He proposed. It was the cutest proposal in the history of cute proposals, and of course I said yes.

I'm also still pinching myself. I can't quite believe it, and then a glance down at my left hand and start grinning like an idiot.

In the meantime, there are Christmas gifts to finish knitting, Thanksgiving to prepare for, and many many things to be thankful for.

Cheers dear friends!

The Pirate Sweater

Voila, Mon Coeur

Life is crazy, and wonderful all at the same time right now. I feel older inside, crazier, different. Top it all with a generous helping of stress, and I wake up tired, I go to bed tired, I work all day tired only to fall into bed, and repeat it the next day. One of the things getting me through all the crazy is this man. The one who holds me when I cry (frequently), who kisses me when I'm lonely, who is becoming my best friend and trusted buddy. He is the one who cooks me dinner when I'm sick, and follows me into yarn stores when I need something to knit.

I cannot tell him how much I love him. There aren't words, but that's okay. We have the rest of our lives to say "I love you" and that works for me.



p.s. knitting update to eventually follow.