Yes Is A Beautiful Word

One of my little theories about life is that there is something worth celebrating every day. And if nothing comes to mind, you should make something up and celebrate anyway. But today, I actually do have something to celebrate -- it was five years ago today that Mr. H. popped the question.

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!