big fish

Our place is completely trashed. 

We left for Idaho Springs after work on Friday night, then Saturday morning happened and it didn't stop happening until Sunday morning. And Saturday morning started very early. 

October 4th - 2:17 am

As we were trying to sleep on the firmest bed we've ever dared to sleep on, we rolled over and looked at the clock: 2:17 am. After a few laughs and some cuddles, we rolled back over and braved the board beneath us. When 4:30 am finally rolled around, we figured we'd start the day in motion. 

Jeans. Sweaters. Hats. Gloves. Scarfs. Coffee - check. 

Dylan was quiet on our ride to Evergreen. We turned the radio on and started singing to songs we've heard a hundred times, me, smiling way too often and he, gripping the wheel and responding to my questions two seconds too late. 

6:30 am. We got to the lake. The sun's hue was outlining the ridge around us, the birds chirping, dew all around. We got out of the car and started walking around the lake. On our way back to what I thought was the car, we found a slab of day old concrete. Our initials now forever etched together at the place Dylan asked me to be his wife. 

Dylan told me he wanted to check out the deck on the west side of the lake, me now realizing that it would give us the best view of the sun as it rose over the ridge in front of us. We watched the ducks bathe while fish were snatching their morning meals; the birds now singing in the trees around us. I put my head on his shoulder, our arms intertwined. 

He asked me to be his wife as the sun was rising. He kneeled down in front of me, took both of my hands, and said words to me that I'll never forget. We both cried. I couldn't say yes enough times. 

We sat there for a little while longer, taking in the view and waiting for it to sink in (which it finally did, almost 12 hours later). Then right before we left, Dylan screamed at the top of his lungs: WE'RE ENGAGED!! The ducks nor the birds seemed to mind that this was the most important thing that they had ever witnessed, but it had to be known: he had asked me, and I had said yes. 

On our way back to the car we ran into a married couple in their 40's. Dylan, who now could not stop smiling, and I, who was answering questions two seconds too late, stopped to let them know the good news. They laughed as they said, "Oh, we thought you had caught a fish!"

Yeah, I guess he did. 


"Sometimes, the only way to catch an uncatchable woman is to offer her a wedding ring." - Edward Bloom, Big Fish