Those days when friends my age post pictures of their engagement ring and sneaky pictures of their proposal. Generally - unphased. Today, totally phased. A little heart sick in fact.
It won't last. It's a fleeting emotion cradled by the fact that I'm "only twenty-three years old!" And the fact remains that if I would have wanted an engagement for engagement's sake, I could have had one, maybe two. But it wouldn't have been fair for me or for the other party involved. Obviously. I'm totally content with choices I have made and the way things have worked out.
If I hit twenty-nine and start fashioning cat snugglies for Gigi, many of THESE days are sure to follow.