In 2008, Anna and Dan met--as a small percentage of people do--at the workplace. They would come to get to know one another at an apple orchard in Southeastern, PA where love would grow like fruit on a tree. Almost without effort, these two came together slowly, day-by-day. A boy noticing a girl, a girl noticing a boy. A few smiles became a few words, a few words became a few laughs, and a few laughs became a budding relationship. She would sneak to his workspace, pretending to be overwhelmed, and he would love the company. She was unapologetic and fun; he was quiet and curious. They couldn't deny it now; they were in for a ride. Anna and Dan would make things official shortly before Anna would go away to college, and they never looked back.

After a short, short span of 10 years (of which he does not excuse himself), Dan had made his plans to ask his wife-to-be. The ring was chosen and the list of places not-to-ask was ever-growing. He had to find a way to catch her off-guard and he thought he just might've. Anna and Dan had lived in Philadelphia for three years, sharing food, friends, and fun along the way. This, he thought, would make the greatest backdrop for their journey forward into the future together. He would ask her father, paint a sign, and hope he didn't mess it up. The following day, Dan asked her to stop to meet him where they'd met so many times before--at a bridge, above a path--where they would walk and talk and laugh. If that sounds too easy, it is. With a little convincing, he managed to get her there where she would read a note he tied to the bridge as he waited below (she didn't think she'd be able to listen at the moment and always asked him to write his words down to read after). He'd take this opportunity to open his sign for her and the world around to read: "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" She clambered down the steps and he got down on one knee. He gathered all the words he could to ask her to spend the rest of their lives together... and she said, "Yes."