Travis, over-thinker, and planner extraordinaire, desperately wanted his proposal to be a surprise. Apparently he had a plan, a back-up plan, and a back-up to the back-up plan. When I suggested we take a day trip to the mountains to see the changing aspen trees, Travis decided to make yet another plan. Cut to that Sunday morning when I refused to get out of bed while Travis sat next to me, fully dressed with coffees in hand, trying to coax me out of bed by telling me it was going to be really windy if we didn’t leave ASAP. Little did I know he had a photographer waiting at Silver Dollar Lake near Georgetown who’d hiked out there to capture the moment. A solid 2 hours later, we were at the lake getting windblown (he wasn’t fibbing), when Travis awkwardly stepped on my foot, got down on one knee and said “I forgot everything I was going to say,” all while trying to open the ring box with freezing cold fingers. I said maybe. The end.
Just kidding! I said “duh”, of course, and we celebrated with our dog Georgia, took in the moment and the view, and hiked back enjoying the time just the three of us. Although, I did have to break it to him that I was fairly certain he was going to propose that whole morning.
– Bride-to-Be, Catherine Spann