Proposal Time

August 9, 2017

He leads me down a dirt path toward rushing waves. The soft ground moves under my feet. His hand holds mine as the echoes of the wind rushing through desert branches create paths in my memory. The concave cliff shows veins where water rushed through their cracks shaping them to the every changing face of the ocean. Only a few steps until you’re indelibly a part of me.

I thought I would take the time to write a blog entry on the major events in my life that have taken me from video blogging and painting.  Last Friday, I got engaged at Torrey Pines State Park, San Diego. Ask me two years ago if I thought I would be here and I would resoundingly say, no.

The above picture embodies a fragment of the emotions and mood of the morning. I can’t even put it to words. I’m getting married to my best friend. This picture was taken about ten minutes before he asked me to marry him. I can remember pausing on the hike because these flowers captured me. I just had to take a picture of them. I thought they looked so sweet and innocent. They were intruding along the path. I’m so glad I stopped to take them. Now it reminds me of the memory of the walk. The trail at Torrey Pines to the ocean was about a mile long and it leads down to the beach, a small cove where he asked me.

I’m excited for all of the things to come and for all of the life changes. I’ll keep you a breast of it.