| Romance in Cherokee
We had only been dating for a few months when my parents invited him to go with us on our annual family camping trip to Cherokee. “Are you sure?” I asked, seeing as how they had never allowed us to take dates on family trips before. “Of course,” they replied. “You’ll marry him one day.” Unsure of this prediction, I agreed to let him go with us. I thought I could at least enjoy his company—he seemed nice enough. Somewhere between the verses of the good old gospel songs led by my grandpa on the banjo, I fell in love with the love of my life. The romantic, picturesque views of the Smokies only added to the mood. We began to cherish every moment together. Our love continued to grow. He proposed to me five months later at that same campsite on Valentine’s Day. We reserved the site for our honeymoon six months later. Now we’ve been married almost six years and have a precious baby boy. We try to go back annually to relive fond memories of the camping trip nobody in the family will ever forget. Sarah Wild |
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