Samantha and David

How we met: David and I met in a pretty unique way. David is a avid skydiver and I always tag along with my best friend, Kyle, who is also a skydiver. I was living in Florida and I attended a skydiving event with Kyle in Sebastian, called The Invasion. David was there with a few of his friends, who all flew in from New England. It was New Years Eve and apparently, David was asking around to find out if I was with someone, or just hanging out. Well, finally he found someone that knew me, she walked up to me, pointed him out and I was like “Hey, why not? He looks nice.” Eventually, midnight came around and he politely asked me if I would be his New Years kiss. So of course, I said yes. The next morning, I had to say goodbye. We exchanged numbers and kissed one more time, and then I left. He went back to Rhode Island, and I went back to my house. A week or so later, we started talking/skyping/texting. We did 6 months of long distance. Lots of plane rides back and forth, lots of tears, lots of missing each other. He asked me to move up to Rhode Island in June of 2013, and the rest is history.

How he asked: In November of 2013, David and I went on a cute little romantic trip to New Hampshire. We went to Franconia Notch and saw the gorge and basin. There was one trail that we went on that was absolutely breathtaking. There was this rock that overhung this small waterfall and you could sit on it and just watch the water run down over all the rocks. We sat there for a while just enjoying each others company and talking. After, we went back to the bed and breakfast we were staying at and had a nice dinner, I had one too many dirty martinis. We went back to the room and went in the jacuzzi and then all the drinks hit me at once. According to David, I complained (in a whiny toddler voice) that I was mad he didn’t ask me to marry him on that rock. Over and over and over again. (I was so embarrassed when he told me this story the next morning). So we laughed it off and he would bring it up occasionally around our friends, just to embarrass me.

Well, this October, we went back to the White Mountains and walked the same trail. I was so excited because I got to sit on “my rock” again and enjoy the view with my man.  Well, there was this family standing on the rock for about 10 minutes and David was getting super impatient. Me, being clueless, just kept telling him to relax and that the rock wasn’t going anywhere. Eventually, the family left and I ran over to the rock and sat down. David walked over to me and asked me to stand up because he wanted to tell me something. He held my hands, and said the sweetest speech I have ever heard, got down on one knee, pulled out the most perfect ring, and asked me to marry him. All I could say was “Oh my God, is this happening, oh my God. Yes yes yes! Put the ring on my finger, yes!”

Then we stood there, just staring at my hand, and watching the sun peek through all the trees and glisten on the water. It was like a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

It was perfect.