"Yes"

During this time last year, my family and I took a trip to San Francisco, "the city," as I have known it from growing up in Sacramento, the lesser-known capital of the golden state. We walked the Golden Gate Bridge after a walk through presidio park. We successfully made it to the other side of the bridge, dodging international bikers and wandering tourists with nowhere to be but there. We waved to Sausalito, took a few pictures, slapped the end of the giant bridge with our hands, turned around and walked back, awe-ing the fact that we were at the edge of a continent.

While observing the dolphins and gigantic freighter ships passing under us, I walked next to a little alcove, nook-like thing that had been imbedded in the middle of the bridge for sight-seeing. A couple was standing, observing. I took my next step at the exact same moment that the man in the alcove dropped to his knee, pulled out a ring and asked this lovely woman to marry him. She said "yes" with a screech of pure joy.


I was the asshole in the back clapping, yelling "congratulations" like a baboon for this couple I had never known existed before that moment. Yup. That's all.