Last June, we packed up for a romantic camping weekend. It was a blissful time, and I couldn't help thinking that it would be the perfect time for a proposal. Apparently Ryan was thinking the same thing- but the proposal never came. He was waiting for the perfect moment. I was nauseous the whole time. Smells and meat were bothering me in a whole new way. Two days later I took "the test". And it was official. There was a little bun cooking in the oven. We were so close to doing everything in the approved order, but God had different plans. A month later, Ryan performed the perfect proposal, at the top of a beach dune, with the waves crashing and sun rising. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.