Today is a special day, and not just because it’s Boobday or May the Fourth (be with you).
On May 4, 2016, John Brownstone got down on one knee (even when I told him to please get up) and proposed. A few minutes later, he went down on one knee in front of the boys and asked if he could be their stepdad. They were confused, but my heart melted just a little bit more.
Today is an “anniversary” of sorts. To celebrate, we went to lunch.
At the time, I thanked him for proposing on a date I could easily remember. I’m not the most sentimental person.
This morning, when I asked for panties to wear for the day, he chose my Star Wars panties. Because of course he did.
I’m not gonna lie. I feel a bit squiggy showing this image. It’s not a full-frontal view of my stomach (which I hate), but it’s close enough that all my anxieties are screaming at me.
But it was the only way to get boobs and panties in one shot in an image I didn’t hate. So…there you have it — me in my geeky and naked (and insecure) glory.