It was a perfect Colorado day near Crested Butte, surrounded by mountains, family, and the quiet rhythm of the river. We had spent the day fly fishing, just the two of us. As the sun began to sink, he led me to a small wooden bridge that stretched over a river. This bridge was built by Wyatt's grandfather, Robert Hutchison. There, with the river flowing beneath us, he asked me to marry him. I eagerly said yes and we drove into Crested Butte to celebrate with both of our families over dinner.