My sweet man took me to where we first met 5 years ago and proposed, much to my surprise and shock. I hadn’t the slightest clue! To anyone else, the quiet street of Yarmouth in “new” North Boulder would be decidedly unromantic. To me, it was perfect. I still remember how Rob shook my hand with such intensity inside Molly’s old apartment as he cut through the chaos of an end-of-summer’s party, looking me in the eyes with undivided attention.
We went to Betasso to take self portraits—you’re welcome, mom!
