11.18.18 Darren asked me to marry him on a bridge on top of the world. Okay--the bridge was actually on top of the Cumberland river in Nashville. We rode our bicycles up to the bridge on a sunny, autumn afternoon. Imagine the sounds of fallen leaves crunching underneath the tires, a babbling brook, and my labored breathing as I struggled to keep up. Also, fellow cyclists hollering, "On your left!" when they passed me with ease. When we arrived at the bridge, Darren took some pictures of the view while I caught my breath. There were ladybugs everywhere. I'm superstitious and took it as a good sign that they were landing on us even though one of them bit me, which is horrifying as I did not know ladybugs could bite. The other people on the bridge eventually cleared out and Darren knelt down to "change his camera lens." He pulled a ring box out of his backpack and popped the question: "So, do you want to get married?" I said yes. As my niece, Norah, once said: "They're in love, of course!"