12th
I’m practically engaged.
I say practically, because it’s not officially official. He hasn’t proposed with a ring, but we’ve been talking about it a lot. Last night we went to his best friends wedding. He was the best man. All night he kept saying that he wanted to marry me. It was adorable. When it came time to catch the garter belt, he jumped up and grabbed it with incredible enthusiasm. He happily screamed, “I’m getting married bitches!” He may have been a little drunk at this point, but I thought it was adorable.
Then the bride was getting ready to throw the bouquet. He went up to her and said, “aim for Sarah!” he wanted me to catch it so bad. The bride tried her best to throw it to me, but a 400 pound woman got in my way. She caught it. I was disappointed that I didn’t catch it, but he was so happy about the garter he didn’t care. He started telling everyone that he was going to marry me. I couldn’t help but smile.
He wants to do it right, and ask my Dad for his blessing. So I don’t know when it will happen, but I know it will. In my heart I am engaged to this wonderful man. I can’t see myself growing old with anyone else. I am so lucky to have finally found my true love.
