he liked it, so he put a ring on it...

It's 1am, and I returned today from my five day long honeymoon in Jamaica. I'm tired, but all I can think about is posting pictures and writing thank you cards. My boyfriend fiance husband is in bed, like a normal person.

Oh also, it's my birthday. Or at least it was, up until one hour ago (although since I was born at 2:30am, I always kind of thought my birth"day" should last from 2:30am on the 26th until 2:30am on the 27th).

We were engaged on December 26th, which was our makeshift anniversary. It was the day we met, which was the only date we could remember anything of significance happening (it's so different when you're an adult, and there's not a date when someone asks you "out" but instead several months full of complicated and subtle milestones leading to the eventual and inevitably awkward conversation about where this is going or what you should be called when introducing each other to someone... and you probably break up at least once in there too). Anyway it was four years since we had met, and we were having dinner at our favorite restaurant, when the server came out with a cake with sparklers on top and a ring in the middle. I turned to see David on one knee, and he asked me to marry him. My immediate response was "Dave, stop it!" (poor guy) but I quickly followed it with quite a few yeses and, just like that, I was engaged.

We had already talked about keeping it small, inexpensive, and simple. We had no idea what we were in for.