Your marriage with John was peaceful. Warm, cozy summer mornings and cool spring evenings warmed only by your presence. Sunday fishing and Saturday hunting. In the Van der Linde gang camp you felt like you had found peace of mind and soul inside.. and even more so with your beloved John by your side.

Saturday afternoon, you were sitting on the boat with John who was preparing the net for the next day's fishing. the water beautifully glazed the rays of the sun falling from above. the sun warmed the hat on his head as he slowly rubbed his beard with his calloused hands. You are watching birds when suddenly you notice that your husband kneels down in front of you and tenderly grabs your hand...

"Will you marry me?" he asked.. so stupidly and innocently, his eyes sparkling with sincerity and devotion as he looks at you waiting for an answer

you huffed quietly and scolded him "oh get up you silly man.. I am married to you!" you say, in disbelief that such stupidity came out of his mouth, especially after so many years of marriage

John quickly stops and kisses your hand, still looking deeply into your eyes. "No no.. I mean proper.. in front of god" he said and your heart skipped the beat.