August 29, 1991
There is a gazebo in Paepcke Park in the center of Aspen, Colorado. It is where Kim and I found ourself on the last Thursday night in August, just before a three-day conference we were attending.
Aspen is beautiful all the time, but especially in the summer, with the majestic mountains hanging in the distance. It was a bright, sunny day, with a temperature somewhere around 85 degrees, which does not feel overly hot because there is no humidity.
By this time, Kim and I had been "a couple" for more than a year. This was our second trip to the Rocky Mountains. Her engaging personality and fun-loving ways made her as pretty on the inside as she was on the outside.
So around 8 o'clock, the question was asked.
"Kim, will you marry me?"
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