My engagement started with a surprised trip to New Hampshire on Valentine's Day weekend. I'm your typical warm weather loving, Floridian girl that had never seen snow. My now fiancé is from New Bedford, MA. I was excited; I had made requests for snowmobiling, snowboarding and every other outdoor activity that was possible. We chose to do snowmobiling on Friday, February 13th, on the side of some mountain. We rented separate sleds so I could enjoy the entire experience firsthand.
Since we only had two hours to enjoy the ride I was just zipped up and pushed the throttle as far as it would go. Well, PJ (my fiancé) saw some beautiful spots that he suggested we stop to take photos. He also wanted me to take off my gloves and helmet, but I refused to because it was entirely too cold. As I continued to complain, he just gave up the battle and got back on the sled. So we finished our adventure, got warmed up and headed back to our cabin.
Still not suspecting anything, we arrive back at the cabin and got cleaned up to go out to dinner. As we left for dinner, PJ got on one knee asking if I would marry him. After I said yes, he explained how this entire trip was planned so he could propose on the side of a mountain romantically. Of course I just had to be difficult. If I had any idea that he was proposing I might have braved the frigid weather a bit better.