floating on air

3 years ago today the man of my dreams asked me to marry him and I said yes. I remember that day so clearly. Crisp, desert morning, 4am to be exact. It felt like we drove for hours to get to our destination. The whole drive my heart was racing with anticipation. I thought I had a good idea what was going to happen, but I was surprised. We bundled up and got onto a hot air balloon. I felt like I was floating on air, literally. He didn't have much room to kneel down, but I think I said yes before he even got a chance to finish the question. Now thinking back that was probably a bad idea, every time I imagine it I think of my ring being tossed hundreds of feet out of the basket. Now that type of thing only happens in the movies, so thank goodness that didn’t happen. In the last three years I have realized that falling in love isn't the best part. Thinking back on the last three years it’s not the hot air balloon that is so memorable, it’s our journey. Even though our journey has contained messy diapers, moving a million times, late night’s finishing school work, date nights of snuggling on our futon of a couch (how did we ever survive?)-that is what I love the most. With a little bit of tears, a lot of laughter and our strong faith we have made it this far.our balloon
our moment
we landed and had breakfast in the desert. Don't worry, we were drinking the apple cider. I think we were the only ones drinkin the apple cider.