So... how was your weekend?
Mine was quite eventful.
Yes, the rumors are in fact true.
Jesse proposed to me on top of a mountain
on December 11, 2010.
(Pause for screaming)
One of the great things about Saturday
is that I didn't even see it coming.
We went looking for benchmarks...
you know, like we do.
We found a couple of benchmarks
and ate lunch in Oneonta
at ol' Guthrie's.
(You want chicken or chicken?)
We got back on the road and
Jesse asked me if we should find some
more benchmarks OR
if I wanted to get a surprise.
I, of course, picked the surprise,
because that's a no-brainer.
He drove us to Camp Sumatanga,
because he went to camp there
as a child and was a counselor
there as well, and he
wanted to show me all of his favorite spots.
On the way up the mountain,
he began to whistle "Chapel of Love"
and I thought that was kind of weird,
but dismissed it because he was calm, cool,
and collected and the road we drove up to
was Chapel Road, so there you go.
we arrived at the top to this view:
I thought it was great,
so I began snapping pictures
of the chapel and the great view down below
(you can see the camp and the river from the top).
In the back of my head
I was thinking that this would be a great
place for Jesse to propose to me, but
didn't want to jinx it,
so I just continued walking around the area
and taking my pictures.
I saw that people had written on the rocks
(one said "[Girl's name], I love you. Will you marry me?")
and I almost started crying because that was so sweet
and Jesse asked me what I was thinking,
but I didn't want to say anything,
so he wanted to tell me what he was thinking...
that he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of
his life with me and got down on one knee
and asked me the best question ever.
And of course, I said