The first weekend in June, my boyfriend and I decided to splurge and have all the wood floors in our home refinished. We were advised to be out of the house and away from the fumes for a few days. Rather than bunk at either of our parent's houses, we decided to go on a mini-getaway. As a last minute decision, we headed out east to Long Island. We checked into a little hotel across the street from the ocean in Montauk. It rained the first day, but we made the best of it and climbed to the top of the lighthouse, walked around town and went out to eat. The next morning, we woke up to the sun shining and the waves crashing. We packed a bag and spent the day on the beach, which was picture-perfect.
As the sun started falling in the sky, we showered and headed out to dinner. Without reservations, we went on the hunt to find a table on a busy Saturday night. We had a delicious seafood dinner with a Montauk ocean view in the background. After we ate, we drove down to Ginn Beach to watch the sunset. I was completely unaware that the stage was set! We sat down on a blanket in the sand and watched the sun set. John turned to me, kissed me, reached into his pocket and asked me to marry him. He slipped a beautiful princess cut diamond ring on my finger. I was speechless. It was such a surreal moment. My eyes welled up with tears and I said yes. It was an absolutely perfect proposal, and I didn't have a clue.
Looking back on the day, I did notice that John was acting a little strangely. He had carried his own backpack with him all day on the beach rather than throwing his stuff in our beach bag. He wouldn't leave his bag to take a walk on the beach, and he didn't let it out of his sight. I didn't realize he had a pretty important (and expensive) little box hiding inside. And at dinner, he had been really jumpy, knocking over his water glass more than once! But as he pulled the ring out of his pocket and asked for my hand, he was the cool, calm and confident man I love!