We had planned on having a low key night hanging with close friends and family, per usual. Austin had a spark in his mind that the time was right and begged me to go back home with him to get the RZR. I gave in and down the road, we went. At this point, I had no idea Austin had this whole thing planned out, or that it was even about to happen. We returned to Austin's brother's house and everyone was loaded into their RZR and ready to ride. We rode down the usual trails and roads, and nothing seemed shy of typical. We ventured down an old county road where there is a beautiful abandoned bridge beside the newly concreted bridge. As we approached the bridge, Austin started messing with the steering wheel which made it seem that there was something wrong with our RZR. He pulled up onto the bridge and flashed his lights for those in front of us to slow down and turn around. As they did, Austin got out and started looking to see what could be "wrong" with our RZR. I sat in the passenger seat per usual and did not pay a lick of attention to what was about to go down. A few minutes passed by and Austin yelled at me to bring him a flashlight so he could see underneath the front end of the RZR. As I walked around to hand him the flashlight, he was down on one knee with the most perfect ring that I had eyeballed at the jewelry store years before when picking out a gift for my mother. He asked me to be his wife that night with all of our closest friends and family. It was perfect and all I could have ever asked for.