We were exploring Belize, our first big vacation together.
We finished up our trip in Placencia at Francis Ford Coppola's Turtle Inn.
Mr. H claims he's not romantic, but I'm not buying it.
He smuggled the diamond and a few bottles of our favorite Veuve Cliquot demi sec through the jungles and forests of Belize, down to the beach with me none the wiser. He brought a star map of the Central American sky and asked if I wanted I wanted to take a walk on the beach to look at the stars. I suspected nothing. The next thing I know, he's down on one knee. "What are you doing?" I asked.
But then I said yes. So cheers, Mr. H. Thanks for asking! And happy engagiversary.
Do you have a good pop-the-question story? I'd love to hear it!