the top of sawtelle.

oh i just want to fly far, far away to island park and go on a 4-wheeler ride with you.  

i want to feel the brisk wind burn my cheeks like it did that last summer.

and then i want to stay there until all the snow has melted and we can go kayaking in the snake river.

and then i want to ride up to the top of sawtelle and see the spot where we got engaged.

and then i want you to ask.

ask it again.

ask me to be your wife just like you did a year ago.

and let me die of happiness once again and cry like i did in that moment.

when we laughed, and cheered, and we thought our hearts would just burst from happiness.

and we knew.

knew that we would be:

together,

 forever.