On July 26 at 1:36 p.m., at Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace National Historical Park in Hodgenville, Kentucky, we were on a quiet nature walk, just the two of us. No crowds, no noise. It felt intimate, peaceful, and meant only for us. As we made our way up the trail and reached the top of the hill, something in me knew this was the place. I didn’t say anything at first, but the feeling stayed with me. As we continued walking down the path, I realized I couldn’t let the moment pass. I knew I had to circle back. So we turned around and walked back the way we came. When we reached that spot again, I took her hands, my heart pounding. Surrounded by trees and stillness, with no one else around, I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She said yes. In that quiet moment on the trail, we chose forever; just us, in nature, exactly where God wanted us to be.