A Very Special Anniversary

Three (three!) years ago today, something fantastic happened.


Jamal made an honest woman outta me three years ago in Paris, in the gardens of the Musée Rodin in a light, early March rain. And despite all of those perfect details, I still found a way to inject a little (unintentional) levity to the scene:

He got down on one knee and I totally lost my shit. I doubled over laughing, shocked and surprised, and afterwards said I had to sit down because I felt like I was going to throw up.

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Romance! I am the queen of it!

It was a magical day that kicked off a magical trip to Paris, and perhaps even more magical was that our engagement spawned the creation of the moniker “Jamal.” You see, when I announced our engagement on the blog, I was très jetlagged and had reached a stage of sleepiness that made me deliriously giddy. I realized as I was writing that my new fiancé’s initials, JML, were just one vowel away from being JAMAL, and, well, I couldn’t not call him that after discovering such magnificence, right? Bien sûr.

So really, two fantastic things happened three years ago, and both have made me fantastically happy. Sorry to get all sappy on you, kiddos, but needs must. Happy engagement-aversary, Jamal! Je t’aime!

8 thoughts on “A Very Special Anniversary

  1. Happy Engagement Anniversary to Jamal and you. He has lived up to my last parting words when he came to get my approval….”No Deposit, No Return!”. Who else has a son in law that would think to bribe his future wife’s mother with…pignoli cookies? He’s a wonderful man!

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