It was December 26th when I ordered Ryann’s dream ring. By the time it arrived, it was January 25th and it was proposal planning time. Fast forward to February 12th, I had spent the past three weeks attempting to brainstorm the most extravagant ways to propose. I was thoroughly stumped, and did the only logical thing: I cried out to the Lord, and, as swiftly as I prayed, God answered. The very next day, February 13th, a photographer and friend reached out to me asking if I would be interested in being a model with Ryann in a photoshoot. Not only this, but the inspiration of the shoot was “vintage wedding!” It was as if God had sent manna down from Heaven. So, now that God had made the divine appointment for me, all I had to do was make the proposal scene as beautiful as possible. I conscripted my mother and Ryann’s parents to make the scene as idyllic and romantic as possible. They helped bring the magic of the moment to life in a beautiful presentation of flowers and decorations. Now, all that was left was to put the pieces together. The photoshoot went seamlessly, and when the time came to usher Ryann to the proposal scene, I sat with jitters muttering the poem I had written under my breath so I would not forget it. Then, she walked into the room as my girlfriend and left as my fiancée.