Love is being stupid together. - Paul Valery

Sam and I are engaged. His parents flew in from the UK for a couple of weeks, and we had an informal engagement ceremony in which we promised to be stupid together forever. I’ve been calling him  fiancé every chance I get. Good morning, fiancé. Should we go out for dinner, fiancé? I think I’ll keep you, fiancé.

There are still several months to go until the deed is done, but I don’t ever remember being this deliriously happy.

Congratulations, fiancé.

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Sam, his mother, my mother, and I, went shopping for our wedding outfits. There were way too many options.

Who said wedding planning is hard? We finished and finalized everything in three days. All that’s left to do is invite people and show up. (Red is the bridal color, and the sari below is not the one I chose.)

We did everything in a mix of cultures. The boy did get down on one knee and propose (British), but he had to do it in front of fifteen people (Indian).

Post-engagement dinner with the folks.

And finally, one of my favorite pictures (taken by photographer and friend Elena Rego when she came to visit us in Berkeley).