On Tuesday I got a text message from my sister Siobhan's boyfriend, Dave. Our conversation went something like this:
Dave: Any chance you are available at some point tomorrow for a photo shoot?
Me: What kind of photo shoot?
Dave: The kind where I propose to your sister, and you take photos?
Dave: Any chance you are available at some point tomorrow for a photo shoot?
Me: What kind of photo shoot?
Dave: The kind where I propose to your sister, and you take photos?
Turns out, I was available.
Dave and I have been plotting this event for months, and it was originally meant to take place on the waterfront some time in April. I helped Dave select a ring, gave him my parents' phone numbers, and waited.
But apparently a combination of the gorgeous snow storm and the ring burning a hole in his pocket was enough to kick things into high gear. So I texted Siobhan and said "What are you doing with your day off tomorrow? I would love to go take some photos of the snow down at Oakledge Park, would you like to come?" She did. Conveniently, Dave and my husband decided to join us.
We walked through the snow and gazed across the lake. We traipsed through the woods to get a better view of some amazing icicles on the rock cliffs. And then, while Nick and I hung back (so I could "get a better view"), Dave wrapped Siobhan in his arms and started his speech. I don't know exactly how he had it planned out, because Siobhan interrupted him to point out something she thought I would like to take a photo of. But Dave got back on track (with ring in hand) by saying "You also might want to get a picture of this."
And I did.
I got several.
I got several.
I love my sister dearly, and I love my future brother-in-law.
Siobhan and Dave, I am so excited for you, and I can't wait to see you wed. I wish you so much happiness, love, and very long and healthy lives together.
xoxo,
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