vineyard

On their tenth anniversary he takes her to a vineyard in Napa Valley.

She had said, on one of those random evenings laying in bed propped up against the headboard intertwined with each other, that she'd always wanted to go. He had remembered.

He surprised her with tickets and carted her off for a long weekend in wine country, riding bikes and drinking themselves into a comfortable stupor that resulted in possibly one too many possibly lewd public displays of affection.

She's glowing and happy and just tipsy enough that every touch causes goosebumps to appear on her skin and each smile he shoots to her warms her insides.

Sitting with her like this, he is once again thankful that he finally saw what was right in front of him and stepped across the threshold to fight his demons; because sitting across from her at their table as she gazes at all nature has to offer them, he realizes this is what he was meant for, to be hers.

He has a thought that nags in the back of his mind, but he tucks it away, until they're walking the grounds surrounded by twinkle lights and grape vines, sunset placed heavy in the sky. That's when he can't hold it in any longer and he drops to his knee, grabs her hand in his and asks her to be his wife — again.

As he dries her tears and kisses her lips, he states that he'll ask her every day of his life as long as her answer keeps being yes.