Eight years ago today. He was twenty. I was seventeen. He told me we were going hunting. We weren't. But I believed him. We drove. We hiked. We found a beautiful waterfall. We found a set picnic lunch with flowers. I thought we were crashing someone else's beautiful lunch. Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I cried. I said yes. He put a ring on my finger.
Today, I'm more in love than I can say. Eight years ago feels like eighty years ago. But it also feels like yesterday.