My fiancé and I first met six years ago by chance in Florida, when we were both passing through the state. I am from New Mexico while he is from England, and he was on his way to Costa Rica for a surf trip. My fiancé started a small business in the Canary Islands where we live today. Last April, for my birthday, he disguised the proposal as a birthday present. He rented a Volkswagen Beetle Convertible for me because I had told him I wanted to drive one. He sent me on a treasure hunt by leaving cards with clues of where to go at various locations where we had special memories. He had hidden a card under a bench in the harbor where we would eat lunch together. He had hidden another card at the nursery we go to because I am always killing our plants in the garden. Another one he had delivered to our favorite café. The last one was at a beautiful fishing village where he had taught me to surf, and where we have a lot of good memories.
The sun was setting as I arrived at this last location, and my fiancé's best friend told me to wait there as the sun set over the beautiful and empty place. Into view came my fiancé Jamie, and he got down on one knee as the sun was setting and asked me to marry him. Tears came to both of our eyes, and of course I accepted. He had already asked my parents over the phone because we live abroad. He had also asked my sister for help with designing a ring with the diamonds passed down to him by his mother from his great aunt's ring. It was so beautiful and moving that we both cried.