Seventeen years ago from today on a surprisingly warm spring day in Utah, Dave picked me up from my apartment and took me on a drive up Sundance Canyon.
We ate lunch at the restaurant there.
Then we went on a hike to Stuart Falls.
The sun was slanted the way it does when you can almost see its rays filtering through the air.
Like prisms making the air more rich and colorful.
I can't remember what we ate or what we talked about. I can't remember if I kind of knew what was coming. But I do remember Dave getting a little shaky, reaching down to pull something out of his sock and then handing that thing over.
It was a ring.
A diamond one.
And it sparkled in those early spring sun prisms.
He asked me to marry him.
And I said yes.
I wish I would have been as into taking pictures back then as I am now. Maybe if I had had an iPhone to pull out and capture the whole event I would remember more of the details.
But this picture my roommates took when we got home will have to do:
Although I don't remember all the details I do remember how I felt.
I was nervous and enamored and scared and excited all at the same time.
But most of all, I felt safe.
Seventeen years ago was a good day.