For Gerred's trip to Ireland, he knew he wanted to visit the southern coast of Ireland, since he had seen many of the pictures from my last trip four years ago. We looked through a bunch of coastal areas not far from Cork and decided to journey to the quaint fishing town of Kinsale, Ireland. Once we arrived we fell in love with the towns nautical charm and explored all that we could.
After missing the famous tour that we came out to Kinsale to see, we decided to wing it and head on our own adventure (which seemed to be a theme for the day since we'd already missed the bus that was supposed to bring us to Kinsale.) We took a walk around the river, over a bridge, and hiked up a hill to Fort James to see all of Kinsale from the top.
After we had explored the fort and the fields we were just about ready to head back into town for dinner, when the sun began to set. That's when Gerred dropped down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. And there on the hillside, surrounded by sailboats, I said yes.
And so begins a new journey.
P.S. There was a hiker passing by just as Gerred was about to propose. He asked her to take a picture of us at sunset and then to continue photographing during the event. When we came to show her the ring she said, "Bless the both of you. I'll have to tell my husband all about this when I get home, since on Monday it will have been our 25th anniversary."