Monday, September 30, 2019

September 30th

Twenty-one years ago this very day, Jacob Allen got down on one knee and asked me to
marry him. Spoiler alert: I said yes. Then on our drive back down the mountain, our song
came on. So he pulled over on the dirt road, stepped out of the car and asked me to dance.
Dancing on the side of that mountain, with the love of my life (this one and the next)
in the dark, is one of the happiest memories of my entire mortal journey. 

(This picture is from a few night's later. I didn't have time to take a photo that momentous night. I was too busy being in love.)