A wait is agreed; a weight is lifted

Philippa and I discussed ‘the proposal’ this evening. Well, to be honest, she decided we should talk about it, and I fought against my ‘run and hide’ mentality just enough to be able to listen to her.
She said it had been a lovely moment and had made her ‘feel all gooey’ but she hadn’t taken me seriously as I was ‘a bit pissed.’ I instantly felt better than I had done since Saturday night. It was wonderful to break the tension and share a joke, but also wonderful to be talking about our potential future marriage without feeling scared or embarrassed.
We both agreed it’s inevitable, but that neither of us are ready yet. We agreed that we don’t want to rush everything into our first few years together, that we’d like to enjoy things as they are before the stress of organising a wedding, and that it’s hard enough saving up for a house together without blowing several grand on one day of celebration. Philippa also said “I want to leave it as long as possible before I saddle myself with the surname Chesworth” Cheeky cow.
Later, as we sat in the kitchen and I cooked us some pasta, I said “But if I asked you seriously, you would say yes?”
She replied “Of course I would - it’s cheaper than getting the tattoo removed!”

RC 9-11-11