As an art major, tickets to an exhibit at the art museum was always something she would agree to. As a college student who had one margarita too many the night before, it wasn’t her top priority that morning. But Louis was insistent that they attend, so she dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. A little while later they were walking into the back entrance to the museum, “It’s a special event that my work sponsored, so we get VIP access” he had explained, and gave their names to the security guard. As they sauntered down the hallway, they passed several images hanging in the windows. Louis pointed one out. It was their first picture as a couple; goofy faces, a bit blurry, and two days into a camping trip. Not their most appealing image, Megan thought, and cringed at the thought of his coworkers seeing it. “Does everyone at the firm have a picture up for this event?” she wondered out loud, and Louis just smiled and shrugged. They passed another picture, this time of their trip to meet her parents. They stopped and chatted about the encounter, reminiscing. A couple of steps later there was a third picture and then realization hit her like an avalanche. What this? Could it be? She looked at Louis. He smiled and started talking about the picture in front of them. She felt woozy, far too light on her feet. Her brain was moving faster than the rest of her and her body couldn’t quite catch up. She grabbed his arm to keep from passing out. Somehow she was participating in the conversation, but she wasn’t fully aware of what she was saying. Finally they reached the last picture. “Megan, we’ve had so many adventures….I want to have so many more. Will you marry me?” Yes! This was it!