So we're sitting in the car. I'm a snotty disgusting mess with a grouchy personality to match and Inspector Climate is being a knight in shining armour hoping to whisk me away from every thing that is horrible.
In between sobs, I told him he didn't mean it. That this isn't how he wanted it to be. And it should be how he wanted.
He assured me he meant it, that he didn't care that this isn't how he pictured it. He had been thinking about it for days and had been planning on asking me in the next two weeks but seeing me so distraught he had to ask me now.
My tears slowly dried up and we started on our way back to The Climates house, neither of us could quite face telling people that day that we were engaged so we decided to wait until Tuesday when Inspector Climate would ask me officially. When we were alone, we'd giggle to ourselves about our little secret and test out calling each other fiancé. I'd say "you're going to marry me" and he'd say "Yes I am."
That night Mrs Climate made threw me a birthday party complete with polka dot orange balloons (not pictured), fairy lights, a delicious cake, and unbeknownst to her, but quite fittingly balloons that said "congratulations" because she couldn't find any Happy Birthday ones in orange.
On Monday, I had to have my visa medical redone because apparently my results had expired. This is me rocking (a new haircut) and the gown for the chest xray. My mother said that I look like I'm at a concentration camp - she always knows how to cheer me up that one. That grumpy look on my face? That's the "I can't believe I am wearing an open backed hospital gown AGAIN" look.
On Tuesday, both Inspector Climate and I worked from home. Any thoughts that I wasn't ready for this (and there were many) dissipated as we enjoyed being able to spend the day together. On a weekday. The novelty! While I worked, Inspector Climate went to the market to pick up our groceries for the week and came back to our apartment carrying these
I never thought having fresh flowers was that important, but I love having them in the house, and I love that Inspector Climate would go out of his way to make the whole day a little special. After we finished our work days, we climbed into bed for an afternoon nap. Snuggled together as we talked, Inspector Climate reached into his bedside table and pulled out the ring (the ring that I had given him as our "temporary" engagement ring until we order the real deal) and asked me if I'd marry him. I don't remember what I said. I mumbled incoherently until he asked if that was a 'yes'. "Yes, of course it's a yes!"
To celebrate we went out to eat at a restaurant that I've been meaning to go to for several months. It's a 100% gluten free Mexican restaurant, that even serves black beans and uses chipotle, Mamasita. I decided to get a little dressed up for the occasion because I rarely utilise the chance to don a pretty dress.
And this what I looked like in focus.