Needless to say, James was a clever dude. We were camping on Upper Goose Island off the coast of Freeport, Maine in Casco Bay, as we'd done the year before. Our second night camping, after watching a short late afternoon thunderstorm roll in, James thought it’d be fun to set up the camera to take a picture of us in front of the sun setting over the water. On take two, James knelt down and proposed — and we have the picture to prove it! Clever one, that James.
Neither of us can even remember exactly what he said when he proposed, but the gist of it was that he was so happy with our family already and that he wanted to be together forever. I said, “Of course!” and then proceeded to tell him to “put the ring on my finger already."
Funny After-Story: The ring ended up being too small for my ring finger, so I was wearing it on my pinky finger. A few hours after James proposed, we were sitting around the campfire, and I got up to go relieve myself. When I returned, I realized the ring was missing, propelling us into a frantic ring hunt -- in the dark -- to find it. Headlamps adorned and 20 minutes later, we found the ring about two feet from where we'd been sitting. Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to wear the ring for the rest of the weekend and until after we got it re-sized. YIKES!