It’s sort of a funny thing, this blogging thing. When you have exciting things happen in your life, you call your parents, your siblings, your closest friends. You announce it on Facebook so you can save the phone calls you would have to make to all of your FB friends. But when you blog, you’ve got a whole extra community of people to announce special things to. A community of almost-strangers whose words you read, or who regularly read your words, and who form a vested interest in one another.
I have a vested interest in you. And I have exciting news to share: I am getting married.
(Wait. Hold on. Not adequate enough excitement. – I’m getting married!!!)
If you read this blog regularly, you’ve heard me talk about my sailor who I met, fell in love with, and who eats the foods I make, who indulges my whims (Me: I need to leave this big bowl of sourdough starter in the laundry room until it starts to stink. Her: Okay, sounds good. When’s the bread coming?), who loves me tremendously.
Our agreement to get married, our actualizing of a plan, was a months-long conversation about what we thought about getting married, how we saw our relationship, what marriage meant (means) to us. It’s an ongoing conversation.
One day, I busted her looking at rings on her computer. When I pressed for details, she told me she had been shopping, but she had no idea what kind of rings I liked or what size I was, so as much as she might like to surprise me, that wasn’t going to happen.
So we did what we do best: we worked together. About a week ago, we went ring-shopping, got the ones we wanted, and declared ourselves engaged.
Since then, we’ve changed our address to Cloud 9, Virginia.
Needless to say, I’m thrilled. Absolutely thrilled. Thanks for letting me gush a bit here.