Ten years ago, right next to the beam on the left, Ryan got down on one knee and proposed. To me…in case there is any confusion. We were on our way to a wedding, close to where Ryan grew up and he had picked up the ring on the way out of town.
It wasn’t a surprise that he was going to propose. Some may call me a bit of a control freak and while I didn’t dictate where or when the proposal would happen, I did know it was eminent. Ryan didn’t tell me where we were going, but I did hold the little jewelry box in my lap the entire way and tried to guess where we were going to stop.
As it turned out, I had never been to this bridge before so the chances of me guessing it were nil. The bridge didn’t hold any significance to us as a couple until that day 10 years ago.
We made it back only one other time and it was when I was pregnant with Kamryn. That is when I actually took the above picture. I figured we should have a picture of the location in case the bridge got washed away in a flood or something other natural disaster.
I did a little editing on the photo in an attempt to show my artistic abilities on taking a color photo and making it black and white. Don’t act like you’re not impressed.
Sweet flashback. No comment about the photography. Lol
Oh come on!
Okay, fine. I’m impressed. Are you happy now?? 😛
BTW, that’s a beautiful place to propose 🙂
Yeah, pretty happy! It really is a beautiful area – there is nothing around except this bridge and the sounds of the country.