Autumn P.
One afternoon, my boyfriend Drew asked me to go hiking at a state park about 45 minutes from home. I thought this to be strange since he normally works the typical five days a week. Drew told me that he would take care of the picnic and that I should not worry about it. Well, as a female, I did worry because I was expecting the worst. When we got to McConnell's Mills, I quickly discovered that I would have to walk down a steep hill. Becoming frustrated, I began to picture the great lunch that Drew had decided to pack. He told me that he had packed crackers, cheese and some pre-made hoagies from the local grocery store. Sounds delicious, right?
As we descended the hill, we saw a beautiful waterfall before us. We decided it would be a great place for a picnic. We began to lay the blanket down, and I was quite surprised when Drew laid out cheeses, hummus, olives, a cutting board and a wine opener. Drew told me that he figured we would have some wine even though we were not allowed to drink in a state park. He handed me a bottle of wine, and before I knew what had hit me, Drew was down on one knee with the ring in his hand. I was so shocked that I never even read the bottle of wine, which said, "Autumn, will you marry me? " with a picture of the two of us on it. To get the full effect of why the wine was so important, you have to understand that his family makes homemade wine. Weeks before the engagement, Drew and I had blended the wine that was in this very bottle. The name of the wine said it all: "Marry Me Merlot. "