After taking a weekend off to attend a friend's wedding, we decided to make the most of the holiday we had taken and fly to Ireland. When we arrived at the airport, we were weary from the journey (and maybe just slightly hungover). I was dismayed and frustrated when Steve wanted to make an extra stop along the journey. But even I couldn't resist going to see the beauty of Loch Owel. When I turned around in order to head back to the car, I saw Steve down on one knee. It couldn't have possibly been any more perfect.