I was in the car with him around 3:30 p.m., deciding on what time we were going to the movies that evening when Dan turned to me and said, “I lied to you. We’re not going to the movies. You have an hour and a half to get ready.”
I’m not a huge fan of surprises, but I was really enjoying the one Dan apparently had up his sleeve. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“Sorry. Can’t tell you.”
An hour and a half later we walked out of our apartment and past my car. “We don’t need the car?”
“Nope.” Dan had a giddy, secretive smile on his face, and I’m sure mine matched.
We live right next to the beach, and for those of you who don’t know much about me, I love the ocean. As in, I find excuses to be near it, in it, right above it, or paddling through it. So when we ended up boarding a boat in the marina, I just about died.
Dan had booked us for a sunset cruise.
Classic rock played from the boat’s speakers and Dan and I drank mimosas as the boat pulled away from the harbor. As soon as we hit open ocean, we moved to the bow and watched the sun lower itself behind the hills of Santa Barbara.
I can’t begin to describe how magical the experience was and how I touched I felt that Dan had surprised me with this trip.
Two hours later we pulled back into the marina, and left the boat. Dan and I walked along the beach. “I have another surprise for you.” Dan said, taking my hand. “I have a question to ask you.”
At this point, I knew it was coming. And geez I wanted to capture the next few minutes and stretch them out a little longer. In the twilight, Dan got down on one knee at the beach and asked me to marry him.
And I said ... “Yes, of course, yes!”
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