We went on a trip to Lake Travis and stayed in a cute little lake house for a few days in October. The first night we arrived, we went to a restaurant down the road where we had great wine, charcuterie, and conversation. We went to take some photos of the sunset when we got back to the lake house, he suggested I get closer to the shoreline. I turned around and he was on one knee, so naturally I ask three questions: “Are you okay? Is it your knee? Is your shoe untied?” He grabbed my hand and said “Molly” to get me to shut up so he could ask me to marry him. The rest is history.