We’re getting married!

On the shore of icy Lake Tahoe there was a small pier behind the restaurant where we had dinner. The snow was about a foot tall and fresh in some places but for some reason, we had to go check it out. There was a low glow from the Christmas lights wrapped around the railing, the light enveloped us. Spencer took a knee, feigning a shoe malfunction, and when Faviola turned to look he took out the ring and proposed.