About a month ago I was leaving work for the day and the doorman said to me as I approached, "Ah, I know that look. That's the look of a girl in love!"
Tis too true!
I have been in love with Sir Jeff Hayes, Esquire for many moons now. As of last night at approximately 8 pm the long-haul nature of our relationship became most official.
This included the most delicious dinner I've ever had, hands down, at the Montage Hotel in Laguna Beach (which meant 3 YEAR OLD CHEESE from the FROMAGE PLATE OF DIVINITY,)
This also included a spell spent at the bonfire on the hotel grounds, and finally, and most importantly, down on the patio right by the shore, included those crucial words of the betrothing kind and a response in the emphatic affirmative. And the securing of this wowzer on my left ring finer (I KNOW!):
I can hardly wipe the silly grin off my face.
By the way, more pictures are coming from the camera with the missing USB cable.
It was really quite perfect, a finer adrenaline rush I've never had. And that is the truth.
Warning: The proceeding could be qualified as a Gush
I can hardly wrap my mind around my excessive good fortune in finding Jeff Hayes (thanks Erica!). He is kind, brilliant, buff, handsome, cultured, has a work ethic that shames Joan Baez, and cooks.
And, major gush, he is my best friend, cracks me up, supports me to the bitter end, and makes me want to to a hitch-kick for joy ALL THE TIME.
I can't count all the times over the last 15 months that he has shown me, in word and deed, through the big things and the small, hard times and the good, that I am one lucky girl to be his girl.
January 23, 2010 you may call me Madame Hayes. I can't wait.