A few weekends ago we went down to the south shore and ended up back at White Point. We walked back down the same path we did on September 27th and made our way through the trees to the spot where Matthew had asked me to marry him. We were wondering if the proposal itself would still be etched in stone.
Well, it was. Amazing....it must have been crashed into by a thousand waves and beaten on by torrential rain, but there it remained. Faded, but there. This makes me smile.