We will NOT be registering for the creme brulee torch kit

You know that feeling when all of your wishes and dreams suddenly come true and it's the best feeling in the world?

This is better than that.

You know how sometimes you wish your life could be as romantic as the movies?

They don't write movies this well.

Saturday night the Boyfriend did one of the most romantic things I have ever heard of or thought of. In the sweetest, most thought out, most romantic, wonderful, perfect of ways, he asked me to be his wife. And I said yes.

It feels like a dream, but it's real. I'm 30 years old. And I'd wait another 30 for this if I had to. I couldn't have imagined anything like this. I've been struggling since with just how to thank my Heavenly Father for answering years and years of prayers that there was somewhere a man who would love me this much. I don't know that I'll ever find the right words.

Also, he's not exactly my boyfriend any more, and I'm against French terms for engaged people, so I shall be calling him my Handsome Prince (HP) from now on. It works for him in more ways than one.

As to the title of this post, my brother and his future wife did register for a creme brulee torch kit. They're that kind of people. HP and I are not. I have no idea what to do with a creme brulee torch, and I'm a little scared of what he'd find to do with one. So when I was trying to think of a clever "I'm engaged" post title, that came to mind.