"Will you?"

It was quiet, very quiet. The kind of quiet that only follows a heavy snow.
We had walked the woods in the morning, feeling like we were in Narnia.

The rest of the day was spent watching Heroes, napping, and playing "hidden object" games on the computer.
It was quiet,
it was amazing.

The sun went down and the stars came out, the clouds having vacated their place in the sky hours before.

We pulled on our snow gear, one mitten was missing, I guess it decided the woods were much more fun than my hands. The mitten was switched between hands many times during the walk.

The field had been undisturbed, the snow sparkled under the crescent moon's light.
"I'll tell you a story if you promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise."

We continued to walk, heading into the woods, following the deer tracks, stopping ever so often to look at the stars, and see our breath in the air.

"Wow, you know how long I have been waiting for this? I've been waiting years for a night like this, to go out in the snow and look at the stars. Because when I was younger I couldn't go out at night to look at the stars, and then when I got older there wasn't any snow."

"Yeah, you have been waiting your whole life for this night."

He got to one knee, I could barely see him in the darkness.

"Meg, will you marry me?

I said yes.