Only one word can describe that moment: perfect. We stood in a valley with mountains rising all around, the two of us alone in a place more beautiful than anything I had ever seen.
Just before he asked, I could sense his nervousness. He was lost in thought, quiet and focused. I knew the moment was coming and waited patiently as he gathered the courage. I felt the same nerves he did.
Not everyone gets asked to share their life with someone they love. For some it may happen more than once; for many it happens only once — a single, unforgettable moment that becomes a lasting memory.
He knelt with the mountains towering behind him, looked into my eyes, smiled, and spoke those four simple words: Will you marry me? Along with them came other sweet declarations of love. For me, the answer was easy: of course.
We smelled the mountain air and weren’t dressed up, but for us it was the perfect proposal in the perfect place. I love this man — for better and for worse, in sickness and in health.