I haven't really talked much about relationshippy stuff on this here blog of late. I guess that part of my life hasn't historically delivered the best of times and I got a bit tired of documenting those ups and downs and sounding like a broken record.
But 7 months ago I met a particularly special someone. Someone I instantly connected with, became best friends with, have not had a single doubt about and love with all my heart. It hasn't always been easy, we've both had some pretty difficult personal/health woes to deal with, but as a couple we've been solid through it all. I definitely have that feeling of 'oh, THIS is how it should feel'.
Well it seems the feeling is mutual, because at 3:42am on the 25th December (our 7 month anniversary), the man I love walked around to my side of the bed, grabbed both my hands, knelt down in front of me and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes!
Lara & Dave, getting hitched! (and wearing my Nana's old ring)
As they say, 'when you know, you know'.
Now for the hard part - bidding adieu to my new fiancé (not sure if I'll get used to that word), jumping on a plane and heading off to Nepal for a few weeks. Talk about a contrast of worlds. Wish me luck!