September 12, 2024 | Washington, D.C.
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On the early evening of Thursday, September 12, 2024, as the light softened and the city slipped into golden hour, Lynsey turned the corner behind the Supreme Court in Washington, D.C.—and saw Scott standing there.
It was, by all accounts, an ordinary afternoon. Scott had been living in Midland, Texas, and Lynsey had no idea he was even in the city. She and her dear friend Erin were driving home from work—taking their usual route past the Capitol—when Erin suddenly pulled over in the middle of Constitution Avenue NE and told her to get out of the car.
Caught off guard, and still mid-conversation on the phone with her brother, Lynsey looked at her and said, “I’m not getting out of the car in the middle of the street.” Erin looked back at her with a quiet, knowing expression. “You have to,” she said.
Lynsey paused, took in the moment, and asked, “Is this happening?”
She got out of the car.
What followed was a moment of complete stillness—the kind that rearranges time.
In the gardens where marble and magnolias meet, in the very city where their story first began, Scott asked Lynsey to marry him.
But the surprises didn’t end there. Just one block away, at Lynsey’s Capitol Hill home—a place marked by years of friendship, laughter, and late-night conversation—Scott had gathered their dearest friends for a quiet, joyful celebration.
And in a fitting twist of fate: Lynsey had been wearing white when he proposed. For the party, Scott brought along the red dress she had worn months earlier—the day they went to look at engagement rings together. She slipped it on just before the door opened to candles, champagne, and the familiar faces that had shaped their lives.
It was a day laced with intention and wonder. A soft, golden beginning to everything that comes next.






