On our sixth anniversary, we drove up to the Painted Hills, a place both of us had always wanted to explore. It was freezing outside, but we didn’t mind because it meant no one else was around. After walking around for awhile, Gator set up a phone to take some “photos” of us on the iconic red bridge. We walked hand in hand, telling each other all the things we loved about one another. He got down on one knee, and the rest is history.