Two weeks ago, we found out about this super bloom in the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. We made our plan to visit. For a second, I did think it would be a good idea for him to propose there but then remembered it was his job to plan that, not mine (yes, I like to be in control of EVERYTHING), so I let it leave my mind. It was just going to be a super cool, casual day hanging with friends in a bunch of flowers. — 4:36 am, day of, we walk out the door with sunblock, three cameras, snacks, and water. 6:40 am We park and look for a spot in the field that will be good for capturing the sun as it rises over the mountain ridge. He leads me to a small mound of dirt and old branches and we start taking pictures of the colors breaking through.
I ask him (for the millionth time) what my aperture and shutter speed should be. He kindly and patiently tells me again. ~6:55 The sun starts to come over the ridge. He’s taking photos with his monster of a camera (please ask him what it is, I forget).
I’m looking through my lens trying to remember what he had JUST told me about aperture and shutter speed.
The sun is moving quickly over the ridge, my moment to capture it is passing, and I hear him behind me- “Well, are you gonna get it!?” “I’M TRYING!!!” Click “Sandra.” I turn around and he’s on his knee with a ring in his hand. I’m shocked! Then, I’m pretty sure he asks me to marry him because I remember saying yes.