Monday, April 21, 2014

Laura Arual is utterly satisfied with their birthday weekend. She can not ever remember being this loved. 
A day past 38. Does this mean I round up to 40? When did I get so ridiculously old?

Sunday, April 20, 2014

A long time absent but still writing. 

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Happiness. Love. My life. 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

The kind of happy that curls your toes. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Laura Arual feels good about the wedding plannin, though every once in a while she is reminded that she will soon be his wife and it makes her giggle with glee. 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

"I'm marrying you not a dress. Get married in dirty yoga pants." Said the best fiancé ever tonight. 
I must remember : love myself, and do not get sucked into the bridal vortex. 

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Stopping the crazy train

A reminder to myself:
Read this many times
I want to plan a wedding that is worthy of our love. But fear I won't. Lack of knowledge, creativity. Time and money. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

A moment perfect

I am engaged. Officially. Formally. Chris asked. I said yes. It took minutes to realize this was serious. Me and him. The official proposal. I have a fiancé, including a keyboard that knows to put the accent on fiancé. He is my fiancé. My betrothed.
  Stuck in my head is the chorus from that rod Stewart song, "you're in my heart, you're in my soul, you'll be my breath when I grow old, you are my lover, you are my best friend." The rest of the lyrics don't match, but the chorus is so true. Nothing makes more sense. I just look at him sometimes and I am breathless with love for him. I can hardly believe how matched he is for me. 
   Standing in the kitchen, when I realized he wasn't joking, that he was serious I saw that I was wearing one red tipped white converse ankle sock. And frying meatballs for meatball subs. Not at all how I pictured the moment, but could anything have been more us. Good grief, talking about cell phones minutes before then he is telling me he wants to spend the rest of his life with me and asking me to marry him. As I cook food to turn into sandwiches. 
 He makes me feel beautiful.

Songs that I want to play for him