In June, my boyfriend of five years, Brandon, and I walked into Denney Jewelers. I pulled a sheet of paper out of my purse that showed the ring style I wanted: a round stone set in what looked like two bands intertwined. One of the bands featured small pave diamonds. After months of occasional searches online, I had found the perfect ring on Denney’s website. I narrowed down the wide selection of diamonds to three and told Brandon to choose one but not tell me which he picked. We left the store knowing that the setting would be ready after we returned in July from our vacation in Seattle.

In Seattle, we enjoyed a break from Springfield’s hot weather and visited museums and the Space Needle; walked around Pike Place Market and enjoyed great food; toured the underground remains of buildings that had been part of the cityscape in the 1800s and 1900s; went on a harbor cruise; and walked through Japanese gardens. We took hundreds of photographs throughout the trip. We love photography as a hobby, and we weren’t about to leave our equipment at home. Brandon toted a large backpack containing lenses, flashes, filters, and even his tripod.

Summertime in Seattle is a great time to visit the city. The rainy season has passed, and the temperatures are perfect. When it does rain, it’s either a mist or a brief shower. Toward the end of our trip, we needed our umbrellas for the first time in Seattle. It was the Fourth of July, and we had just finished a tour of the Seattle Japanese Garden in the Washington Park Arboretum.

“Where would you like to go?” Brandon asked.

I said that I wanted to revisit an area that featured a stone wall and a pond with koi fish. On our walk to it, however, it started to rain. We decided to wait it out under a shelter. To pass the time, Brandon suggested taking pictures of us using my camera’s timer. We took one photo of ourselves, and Brandon checked the camera to make sure the photo looked right.

The ProposalHe set the timer again, and when he reached my side, instead of standing next to me he got down on one knee and presented a box. Inside was an engagement ring; a simple setting holding one of the three stones I had selected.

The camera clicked, capturing my wide smile of surprise. I had no idea Brandon went to Denney’s, selected the diamond and had it placed in a simple solitaire so that it would be ready for our trip. He kept the ring hidden for almost a week while we enjoyed our vacation.

He didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to.

“Yes!” I said. He placed the ring on my finger. I cried.

We left the garden, keeping ourselves dry under my umbrella. The rain cleared, and later that night we watched fireworks rise above Lake Union, our cameras clicking from tripods as we took pictures and held hands. The fireworks were brilliant; and every time I glance at my ring, its brilliance reminds me of that wonderful day in Seattle.

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Last updated February 5, 2017