Hello, internet.

Remember me? I'm back and coming at you from a new neighborhood, in a new apartment, and with a ring on my finger. Yep, that finger. (And one on another finger, too. But that's a different story.)

The summer got away from me. But lets not bother with those details.

Elliott convinced me to climb a mountain with him. Since I complied, he proposed on the mountain. (Mt. Adams, if you're interested. And not at the top.) Four years, and all I had to do was climb a mountain? I would have done it much earlier had I known.

The ring is a family stone in Bario-Neal's Yucca Prong setting. I knew I wanted something traditional and modern at the same time, and he hit the nail on the head. Per usual.

I'll post more about all of this soon. Baby steps while I regain the swing of blogging.