Our vacation was great.  Rome was… okay.  Being together for 8 days?  Awesome.

Every night we meant to go to sleep at 11, but we ended up staying up chatting and, uh, other stuff, until at least 2am.  One night we just kept talking and talking until Tom said, “You know, the only time I’ve felt awkward with you was reading that thing with the geeky marriage proposal, because I feel that way!  I mean, it’s only been 9 months, so it’s silly, but…”

“I do, too,” I told him.  “I feel like I’m too young to make that kind of decision, but I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“Me too,” he said.

And that was the highlight of our trip.