My then boyfriend (hey, I don't want to ruin the ending) planned a trip for us to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It was Spring Break 2001, he was in his junior year at Arizona State University. I was very, very excited!
I wasn't one of those gals that analyzed his every move and was expecting an engagement ring at every single opportunity. That just wasn't me. I was happy and content and I suppose my biological clock wasn't ticking (loudly) yet. Though, I'll admit, I did have my fair share of pages ripped from issues of Modern Bride magazines of my favorite rings, dresses, shoes, etc. It just wasn't consuming my every single thought at that time.
Going on a Spring Break vacation to Mexico, to me, meant exactly that.
I had absolutely no inkling that I was about to become an engaged woman. He was cool as a cucumber. He didn't act weird, sketchy or twitchy like a man about to become engaged...or hiding a secret in his pocket. I wasn't suspicious at all when we took a stroll on the beach to watch the sun set. I also didn't think it odd that he wanted to take a picture of me in this exact spot.
|Puerto Vallarta, Mexico|
From here on out? A total blur! I admit, I can't remember his exact words, but I can assure you it was sweet, romantic and all that it should have been.
- The quality of that picture is terrible - sorry bouts that!
- The picture was taken by my hubs immediately before he popped the question. Notice my right hand is playing with my left hand's ring finger? Hmmmm....maybe subconsciously I knew what was coming. Still, here I was, clueless of what's to come.
- After the fact, he told me that he carried the ring in his left pocket (in the box). No, I didn't notice the bulky box in his pocket. He probably made sure I walked on his right side. I sat in the middle seat in the plane with him on the aisle. Also, I was somewhat of a distressed flyer at that time. I wanted Valium. I wanted strong alcohol - even though our flight was at 7AM. I wanted something to take the edge off. So I was not exactly honing in on suspicious activity.
- At that time in Puerto Vallarta, when you got into the terminal their security process consisted of red and green stoplights that everyone walked by. If it turned red, you had to stop and you got searched. Naturally, hubs was sweating bullets that he might have to empty his pockets right there in the airport. Lucky for him, we both pulled the green light. Still, I think that would have had its own romantic appeal. On bended knee in the Puerto Vallarta airport surrounded by security guards and tourists? *sigh*
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