In case anyone could forget the scale of Steve's proposal, I found this picture in a photo album this morning. I walked into my parents' house after spending a week camping at Keen Lake (looking stunning in a pair of old lacrosse shorts, a tee shirt, and my hair up in a pony tail) to find the house completely full of flower arrangements and notes, and a bedroom filled with daisies and a note to find Steve at a local park. When I arrived (thankfully in one piece, I may have run a red light or two) I absentmindedly left the car running on the side of the road and walked over to meet him. Neither of us really remember his exact words, but it ended with a big "YES!"
Happy, happy memories. Today we'd tell those excited kids, aged 20 and 22, that-- even with some future hard and sad mixed in with the fun and happy-- it all gets even better as the years go by.





