Mike had planned what I thought was a spontaneous golf trip to Myrtle Beach for the two of us in February. He was due to leave that June for a year-long tour in Alaska, and with a busy couple of months coming up, he thought it would be nice for us to get away for a couple of days. It sounded perfect to me. We began our drive to Myrtle Beach the day after one of my best friends had gotten married. Of course, I had been picking on him at the wedding, saying that he had a fear of commitment and that it would be a long time before we would ever get married. Little did I know what he had been planning. I also had no idea that all of my friends at the wedding knew what he was about to do.
The weather down there had been unusually cold that week, but luckily for us, the day we went golfing was fairly warm. He took me to the Sandpiper Bay and Golf County Club to play nine holes. Mike had spent weeks before our trip making a golf ball ring holder from a set of golf balls my mother had given him for Christmas. His plan was to switch out the balls prior to putting in the ninth hole, which he successfully did without me noticing. I retrieved both balls from the hole and noticed that his looked different. I asked several times, "Why is your ball broken? " He then asked, "Does it open? " As I opened it, he got down on his knee and proposed right there on the ninth hole. I was so surprised that all I could do was shake my head yes. I couldn't even get the words out.