For our second anniversary, Finnley and I found ourselves miles apart — he was in Michigan for his away rotation, and I was in Kentucky for military training. We promised to celebrate once we were finally home together in Reno. Finn planned a camping trip to Pyramid Lake, the same place where we had shared one of our first adventures — a breathtaking night beneath a meteor shower, standing together in the water under a sky full of shooting stars. That night had felt like something out of a movie, and somehow, this trip would become even more magical. When we arrived, we found the perfect campsite. I set up the tent while Finn prepared dinner — simple ramen topped with fresh green onions and a bottle of champagne to toast two years together, followed by the most delicious homemade tiramisu. The next morning, still cozy in our pajamas, we shared coffee and watched the sun rise over the lake. In his usual way, Finn wanted to capture the moment, setting up his camera timer and running back and forth to pose with me. Each time he returned, he was wearing something new — pajama bottoms replaced by nice shorts, his T-shirt swapped for a button-up, his hair suddenly perfectly styled. It was so perfectly, comically Finnley. When I asked if I should change too, he smiled and told me I looked perfect. After a short walk along the lakeshore — choosing the rocky path, of course, because Finn always chooses adventure — we returned to camp with wet feet and full hearts. He said the lighting was perfect for one last photo, set the camera, and came to stand beside me. Just as the timer blinked down, he dropped to one knee. I was speechless — and to my surprise, Finn’s brother Rand emerged from the bushes, camera in hand, having driven an hour at sunrise to secretly capture the proposal. It was the most beautiful, joy-filled moment — perfectly us: simple, adventurous, and full of love.