Kim and I were excited to spend a week at the beach with my family. It had been a long summer, and fall was right around the corner. We had been dating for seven months, and after spending 3 hours every other weekend on the road, long distance was taking its toll! This week together would be the most time we had spent together.
We had conversations throughout the summer about getting married, but Kim was under the impression that a ring would not come anytime soon. I had just changed jobs, graduate school tuition was due soon, and the timing did not seem good.
Monday night, we returned to the condo from dinner with my family and I asked if she wanted to take a walk on the beach. Not out of the ordinary by any means. As we started to walk down the beach, I asked what she was thinking. “Oh, about marrying you,” she replied. What better timing?
We stopped walking and started talking. The sky was perfectly clear, the moon reflecting over the ocean. I decided this was the moment. I told her about a conversation I had with her Dad about marrying her, why I wanted to marry her. I reached down to my pocket to pull out the ring. She thought I had an itch, and still had no clue I was proposing. I stepped back and opened the ring. It took her a minute to realize what this was all about. Her jaw dropped, and I said, “Will you marry me?”
She thought about it for about a half-second. She said yes.