Two years ago today, it was a busy Sunday. We went to church, we had a CYS concert that night, and Joe wanted to get together with me in between. I had spent the past 24 hours going in rather dizzying mental circles--as soon as I convinced myself that Joe was NOT going to propose that day my poor brain (and stomach) swung around and became equally convinced that he WAS.
We took a walk at Standley Lake--it was cold, sunny and very windy. We didn't talk much (unusual for Joe) as we walked along the upper path and cut down towards the water, whipped into whitecaps by the wind. When we reached the beach, which was totally deserted, Joe suddenly dropped to one knee and asked me to be his wife. He says I looked quite shocked, but fortunately I had the presence of mind to say yes! He gave me a beautiful diamond ring...I kept pulling my hand out of my pocket for the rest of our walk to watch it sparkle. It was a happy day. :)