We took a ski trip to Crested Butte, CO, and Matthew had the perfect plan in mind. He waited until we could explore the town in the evening, with all the lights on and the shops still open. As we walked, he kept asking which trees I liked the most, narrowing it down little by little. When we passed by my favorite one again, he cleverly distracted me with it—then, when I turned around, there he was on one knee, asking me to marry him.