When love is right, there is no pebble.
A pebble in my shoe, very much like a single pea beneath the mattress of a princess—that’s what wrong love always felt like to me.
Stop Asking Me When I’m Getting Married
Ignorant, yet well-meaning people. Is there anyone in the world so dangerously unaware?
Daniel + Kayla, sitting in a tree
So, I’m engaged. You can’t tell this virtually, but right now I’m pausing for applause… and to give my grand-childless mother the opportunity to stop her wild, jubilant weeping. I didn’t know whether or not I should do an “engagement post,” because: a) most of the engagement announcement blogs I’ve seen are incredibly cheesy, and b)…