It was our anniversary, and we drove to the wooded park where I'd proposed so many years ago, with a full picnic basket and a bottle of wine. We slowly started down the path, and realized as the incline began that neither of us would likely make it to the top, and if we did, would we be able to make it down? Frisky teenagers hiked past us briskly, hardly noticing our presence, and I tried to recall it being that easy to climb up the rocky path. We decided to spread the blanket in a grassy area off to the right, and watched hikers come and go all afternoon.
I pulled a wildflower from the long grass nearby, and placed it gently in my bride's brittle hair, more sure than ever that I had made the right choice when I chose her.