Oh it is love

This is my new favorite possession, as of this weekend. I have joined the ranks of Mormon college students everywhere (is it wrong to feel slightly proud that I'm as old as I am and not, say, 18? Yes, probably so. I repent).

Per the request of my one faithful reader (thank you 

Socially Awkward One), this is the story:

One fateful Saturday morning in October, the trees in the Rocky Mountains were brilliantly displaying all their fall glory. One young woman and one young man had been planning to drive through the canyon to witness these colors for more than three weeks now and finally grabbed some jackets, sunglasses, a camera, and an adventurous spirit and headed out. After fully enjoying all nature had to offer, including a climb up a rocky waterfall, the two headed back to their car. The young woman, being a cheesy romantic at heart, suggested they stop at a nearby bridge and take a last couple pictures, perhaps in "fake engagement" poses. The young man, used to such ridiculous requests from his lady, agreed and even suggested they do the classic "ring" pose. She grumbled slightly about not having a ring to pose with and then regretted it in case she she made him feel badly. They took their pictures and then the young man, mustering up his courage, suggested one more picture, this time with a ring. The young woman turned around to tell him once more that she did not have a ring to show off in a picture! when to her surprise, he was on one knee with a ring in hand, saying those magic words. After lots of squealing and a little crying, the deed was done.

And that is what happened. You may commence well-wishing while I commence selling my soul to a caterer.