Let us start with the big news first

so the big news is that... wait for it... wait for it...

After many months of threatening/charming/sweet talking/more threatening, MrT proposed to me on the day before my birthday...

..and we are very very happy.

It started with a breakfast picnic at the Botanic Gardens. Salmon ("smoked Norwegian" MrT wants to add) and cottage cheese on croissants with hot coffee and cuddles on the blanket. Then after some sunbathing we went to inspect the waterfalls. (along with a massive church group... not that romantic)

We found a secluded path and walked through the mud and over branches and found a quiet bench to enjoy the surroundings. Then after a cough and a cleared throat and a bow on the knee (in the mud) MrT simply asked me to be his wife.

I was smiling so widely that I simply nodded... a lot...

and this is what was inside the magic blue box.

...or at least it was modeled on this design from a well known jewelery store (Not My Image - This Image Belongs To Browns)

I think we will feature proteas in our wedding theme in June next year.

So it has been a week almost now. I have decided for the sake of controlling the madness to have a ten minute "wedding time" every day where I let spill out all the wedding things I thought about that day - this all tumbles out into MrT's ears who patiently listens and notes down the ideas that actually make any sense.

I keep being distracted by the sparkle on my finger.

see...

The line I wanted to update my Facebook status with right in the moment was
"He has put a star on my finger to match the stars he puts in my eyes." 

Pity we kept it a secret to tell people personally first.