Nothing's impossible with love

            “In dreams and in life, nothing is impossible.” Jared and Emily left this fortune cookie adage in the Treehouse guestbook when they checked out last weekend. It seems appropriate that I read it on the day of Meghan Markle’s wedding to Prince Harry because, as it turns out, Emily and Jared will follow their lead in the autumn of next year.
            Jared was a bundle of nerves when he texted H about the best way to propose to Emily during their upcoming weekend at Fern Forest Treehouse. H suggested they climb Mt. Abraham and he pop the question at the summit. But it was a chilly day in mid-May and although they are both marathon runners, Jared wanted a venue more relaxing. We offered a couple other ideas—a soak in the hot tub, borrowing the mic at a local music concert, or taking the gondola to the top of the mountain in Stowe. None of those idea floated with Jared. 
Finally, we suggested walking the Robert Frost inspirational trail in Ripton, where Frost lived for a spell. The trail, just ten miles of dirt road from the Treehouse, wanders a third of a mile through woods and fields rimmed with blueberry and huckleberry bushes, crosses a beaver pond boardwalk, and opens to scenic views. Jared liked that idea, and off they went, the ring burning in his pocket.
            While they were gone, H picked up a dozen red roses, and I set a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket to chill in the Treehouse. Then I cued Beyonce’s song Single Ladies—Put a Ring on It—to play when they walked in the door, assuming, of course, that the ring would be sparkling on Emily’s finger.
            She had stopped on the trail to admire the Vermont mountain view, Jared told us later. He told her, “I prefer this view.” When she turned around, he fell to one knee and held open the ring box. He didn’t need to ask. Her answer was an unhesitating yes.
            They had met right out of college, but as 22-year-olds, neither was ready to make an unconditional commitment. They both had jobs in Boston and dated regularly. The more they saw of each other, the more things seemed right between them. When Jared was hired by a financial company in Manhattan, he couldn’t imagine moving without Emily. After three years of dating and two of living together, neither could deny the happy inevitable.
            For the rest of the Fern Forest weekend, the engaged couple bubbled with joy. Jared’s nerves finally had calmed and he looks forward to taking Emily to Iceland in June where they plan to rent a camper and circle the island. The sun will be out seventeen hours a day, and they'll have to pull shades on the camper windows to sleep. But no matter—a bright light no shade can dim shines on these two. Their dreams are coming true and I believe that for them, nothing indeed is impossible.
             
            
            

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