Ceci & Sullivan

We’d been talking about catching the peak colors all week, so when the weather cleared, we grabbed our jackets and headed out. The trail was quiet except for the crunch of leaves under our boots, and every turn seemed to open up to another postcard view.
Somewhere near the overlook, he stopped walking. I thought he was just taking in the view — the hills lit up in gold and red, the sky so clear it felt endless. Then he reached for my hand, smiled in that way that makes me nervous, and pulled out the ring.
I froze. Then I laughed. Then I cried. And then I said yes.
We took a selfie right there, with the trees behind us and my hand in the frame, because it felt too perfect not to capture. The ring is exactly what I’d always imagined — simple, timeless, and it catches the light like the leaves that day.
Now, every time I see the colors change, I think about that trail, that view, and the way the world seemed to pause just for us.
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Ceci’s pick for Sullivan
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