Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.
Two years ago Jason presented me with a big sparkling yellow diamond while we sat on a park bench along the Amalfi Coast. What the heck does a girl do with that gorgeous mess? She says, yes! Of course she says YES! Yes to crazy, and messy, and happy, and imperfect, and perfectly matched for me.
It’s time for another adventure, my love. Thanks for stumbling and dancing beside me.
Is it perfect in our little hell? Are you dancing, or stumbling beside me?
Surrounded (Or Spiraling) ~ Silversun Pickups
I’m engaged. No, WE’RE engaged. It’s out there. All the necessary people are in the know now. Parents, saviors, friends, favorite siblings, family, beloved child, corgi, ex-husband, and ex-wife. All are in the know. Good. Now we move forward.
This is the man I was meant to marry, and marry him I shall. In pure simplicity he asked me to marry him on a park bench. In pure “us” that park bench just happened to be on the Italian coast overlooking the Mediterranean Sea in a lovely town known as Amalfi. In pure awesomeness the ring placed upon my finger is of bright glorious yellow diamond light. In pure Jason, it’s freaking huge, spectacular, and like no other. Karma says the golden light will protect and serve. Karma says fuck…
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Why not? Two-year anniversary…Throwback Thursday…happy thoughts.