



Ok so technically I’ve been engaged now for nine months, but oh man, I can still remember the excitement like it was yesterday. Not exactly a surprise (I’d been gently nudging/harrassing Mr. Tiramisu in that direction for almost a year), I woke up on the morning that was to be my engagement day with butterflies in my stomach, and a hopeful smile on my face! I carefully blow dried my hair, wore a cute outfit to work, and even made sure my nails looked ok- just in case it was to be THE DAY! And let’s just say that I know Mr. Tiramisu pretty well, (seven years together will do that to you) because lo-and-behold, it was!
I tried to act nonchalant on the phone when he called me after work to see if I wanted to eat dinner out that night, but on the inside I was doing little cartwheels. I tried to act surprised and unaware when he made some lame excuses about running late and said he’d pick me up, but my mind was running a mile a minute. I was a grinning Miss Tiramisu when he picked me up (on a boat, no less!) and took me a special spot in the bay where he had first told me he loved me, about six years before. It was a perfect night with a perfect sunset, perfect ring, and the perfect-for-me-man.
And so began the adventure of planning the perfect - for us - wedding!
Did you know when your proposal was coming?