Gayle's … You joined him in surprising me … snuggled in a basket with a the bottle of Dom Perignon and champagne flutes. He carried you ahead, climbing Grizzly Rock and arranging you across the wool blanket. Then as we enjoyed your feast and a breathtaking view, he handed me a spray of flowers that hid my wedding band. Opening his card -- My dear, will you …

The following year you were my cohort as we smuggled your midweek picnic and that familiar blanket. This time the card was mine, handed to my husband … We're having a baby!

Ten years and four little ones later, you've joined us many times, bringing savor to our more mundane days and sweetness to our celebrations.

(The answer is still a delightful yes!)