When Rafa and I were engaged, my dear friend KK asked me if I had passed gas in front of him yet.

I told her, “No. I’m trying to keep The Magic alive.”

We all had a good laugh about it, but I was serious. I wanted to hold out as long as possible.

This past weekend, it slipped. Oops..

Does this mean The Magic died? Did The Magic get metaphorically stabbed in the throat by my fart?

My sweet, adorable, never-flatulent honey assured me that The Magic is still very much alive. No matter what. Love, love, love him!

(Don’t worry babe, not going to make a habit of it or anything)