Tuesday, December 3, 2013


This is the treehouse in Kent's parents' backyard.

Six and a half years ago, this happened there:
Kent thought up the menu himself, and his mom helped with all the details.  His dad served as our waiter.

Kent proposed to me in this treehouse.  We had dinner up there, but neither of us ate very much. I knew what was coming, and I just wanted him to get to it already!
The words he said, the way I felt; it's a precious sweet memory.

And now look at us.
Life is good. 
So good.

1 comment:

Teresa said...

I love that the story has come full circle...Happy Day