Accompany us as we journey into the next chapter of our love story...

As we do on most Sundays, Nat and I went for a long drive through Hancock and Harrisville. Nat has been bringing me out here for the past four years, hiking and foraging for forest trinkets. As we wound through the narrow dirt roads, I soaked in the lazy scenery as it whirled by, as I always do. There is something humbling about the abundant massive granite boulders cloaked in moss and lichen. The babbling brooks and sneaky streams weaving their way through the landscape. Pure New Hampshire grandeur. This area had quickly become one of my favorite places on earth. There is an air of ethereal whimsy out here, as if something exciting and fantastical awaits behind each bend. We pulled into a familiar spot. One of our usual treks. As we hiked through the old railway bed, passing through a tunnel enclosed in trees and rock formations we enjoyed the sunshine and warmth of the first day of spring. Soon we approached the destination of our journey, a large iron rod and wooden bridge allowing for safe passage across a coursing river. As I leaned out on the railing, admiring the view, Nat's voice from behind me broke out, "Okay, Baby." I turned around to see him down on one knee, ring held up towards me and he asked, "So, will you marry me?" All I could muster was, "YES!" as I leaped into his embrace. With tears in our eyes and our hearts brimming with joy, we headed back to our vehicle, and drove off into the next chapter of our love story.