2008
We met in high school and were definitely dating before either of us really realized it. I had made a bucket list of 251 (slightly random) activities that I was pretty intent on completing, and Adam—with his characteristic enthusiasm—elected himself my bucket-listing partner. There was a ceremonious melon smashing, a sandcastle building contest, and half a dozen other equally unnecessary escapades, but it was while creating a makeshift time capsule to commemorate these adventures that we both first thought, “Okay. This could be something.” We’ve been adventuring together ever since.
2018
We went on a hike at the Eno River and set up our hammock at one of our favorite spots. Not knowing that Adam was planning on proposing, I settled in for a (slightly untimely) post-hike hammock nap. Adam was generous enough to give me about ten minutes before impatiently waking me up to show me “something really cool” he had found. This rousing discovery, it turned out, was a total ploy: “It’s literally trash,” I remember him saying, revealing a dirty, glass bottleneck between laughs, “but I had to come up with a reason to get you up so I could propose to you.” I’ve never loved a moment (or a piece of trash) more.