It was a sunny, summer Colorado day. It was June 9th, 2018, to be exact. Michael and I had loaded up the Subaru and headed West from Denver to get out of the city for the weekend and into the rejuvenating mountains. We were Beaver Creek-bound.
After a slow morning, we headed out for a hike. We made our way up through the town to the trail, walking along the soft green grass where in the winter I had skied down so many times on snow-covered slopes. We hadn’t gone far, less than a mile, but I already noticed my breath deepening and my shoulders relaxing, which always happens to me once I get out into the solitude of the mountains. Little did I know, Michael’s breath was shortening and his heart was racing as he walked a few paces behind me as we entered the aspen grove.
When I say little did I know, I mean it. I had no idea what was coming. I knew in the deepest way I had ever known anything that Michael was the person I would spend the rest of my life with; there was no doubt about that. What I didn’t know was that he was going to ask me to do so that very day. He had so sneakily asked my best friend to go ring shopping with him when I had been away a few months earlier, and had already managed to thoughtfully ask my dad, mom, and sister for permission to propose, all without me having any idea. I think he knew I wanted to be surprised, and he pulled it off for me.
The above engagement photos were taken by Nate & Jenny Photography at Red Rocks.
As we walked deeper along the trail and the aspen trees encircled us, Michael asked me to stop for a minute. He bent down, and I of course thought he was tying his shoe. It took a moment for me to realize that something magical was about to happen. He took my hand in his shaking hand, and he asked me to be his wife. He pulled out a ring from his pocket, something he had been so worried he would lose along the trail but it had stayed with him, and he put it on my finger. I was shocked for a while. It took me a minute to comprehend that this was my real life. After a few moments of virtual speechlessness, the tears came. I’m a regular crier, and these were the most joyous tears that had ever run down my face.
We stayed there for a long time among the trees. Light coming through the leaves and touching our beaming faces. We kissed, hugged, laughed, and knew that this was the start of the rest of our lives together. We eventually came back down the trail, called our families to share the news, sipped champagne in celebration, and spent the rest of the weekend in a joyous bubble.
Now here we are, three weeks from our wedding day, 15 months after that day in Beaver Creek, still surrounded by a protective layer of love and devotion, that I know will stay with us always. There is simply nothing like love.