What I have to say about our week in Interlaken goes way beyond picturesque bike rides and charming chocolate shops. When I remember the summer of 2014, I think only of our time exploring completely new territory as a couple: the bridges we had to cross, the fears we had to overcome, and the boundaries we had to break in order to pave the way for a stronger us. And how we did it hand-in-hand, sometimes sprinting and sometimes stumbling, until we found ourselves standing on solid ground.

Inevitably, our years together will grow more and more comfortable, and occasionally be overshadowed by routines and schedules and the ordinary-ness of daily life. But as your fiancée (and eventually your wife), I promise to never forget to see beyond all of that. I vow to remember the man that gave me butterflies more often than not, and the young woman who made it a point to look her absolute best for him.

It will start with a jump. Thirty feet up in the air, only water and a few scattered rocks below. Before you know it, you'll be standing on the edge and trying to remain calm, while all of your surroundings count down from three. Every muscle in your body will freeze for just an instant, uncertain of the signal your brain's trying to send. But your heart will know what you have to do, despite the paralyzing fear. The second you let go, time will stop—as he watches you fly—until the cold sheet of water collides with your warm skin, shocking your senses like nothing you've ever felt.