My souvenir from France

So, just got back from a 12-day trip to France, Bruxelles and London. Lovely trip. Saw the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Tour de France, got engaged........

Exactly 2 years after our first date, the Cute Blonde Boy asked me to marry him. Without a moment's hesitation, I said "Yes!". We were on the barge, moored temporarily at Lagny-sur-Marne for lunch. The group had gone into town to get lunch makings, and I stayed with the boat. Dejo came back early, with his birthday cake (a tasty strawberry mousse concoction, we later discovered), under the guise of needing to let it air, before putting it in the fridge. As we stood there in the galley, he said he was glad to have had the past 2 years together, and he couldn't imagine life apart, and could he ask me a question........then he dropped to one knee and asked me to marry him.

I'd had thoughts of "Wouldn't France be a lovely place to get engaged?", but tried very hard not to think about it too much, because if he had other plans and it didn't happen there, then I'd have been disappointed, and to no fault of his. But he asked, and so that question which we have been asked a gajillion times over the past 22 months finally has a definite answer.

When my last relationship ended, I tried to tell myself that there was a reason for all that. And this is it. My CBB. My beau. My sunshine. We just fit. Heck, we made it through a 2-week vacation together -- including lost luggage, traffic jams, driving in major cities and other hiccups that would have had other couples at each other's throats.

And it seems that most of you have thought for a while now, that we should be together permanently, so here we go! No details yet on date, location, any of that.....We'll just enjoy being engaged for a little while.

And the next one to ask about kids gets a stomp on the toes. :)