By the seventh year of our relationship, one question seemed to follow us everywhere: “Where’s the ring?” It was a lighthearted inquiry from friends and family, but for me, it carried a deeper significance. I knew the moment was coming, and I wanted everything to be perfect.

Getting the ring was an experience I’ll never forget. From the moment I held it in my hands, I knew it was exactly what Yulianna had always wanted. The sparkle of the diamond wasn’t just a symbol of our love—it was a reflection of the years we’d spent growing together and the future we were about to build. The weight of that realization filled me with both excitement and a sense of responsibility.

The day of the proposal arrived in December 2023, under a gray, overcast sky. The rain had only just cleared as we made our way up Dough Sahm Hill. I was nervous, not only because of what I was about to do but also because I worried the weather might disrupt the moment.

As we climbed higher, the emotions between us began to build. When we reached the top, Yulianna’s eyes widened as she saw the billboard that read, “Will you marry me?” She turned to me, her expression a mixture of surprise and joy.

I spoke the words I had carefully prepared, though my voice wavered with emotion. Before I could finish, she nodded, tears streaming down her face, and said, “Yes.”

That moment, standing together at the top of the hill, was everything I had hoped for and more. The gloomy skies had cleared just enough to let the significance of the moment shine through. It was the perfect start to the next chapter of our lives—a memory etched in our hearts forever.

Y&J