how they asked
Since the year I was born, 24 years ago, I have been going on vacation in Marco Island, Florida every January with my mom, dad and older sister. My parents bought a time share in their 20s for a song before the island was popular and we stay there, at the same Resort, every year. It has always been my favorite week of the year, I count down the days from the minute we leave, and it is my favorite place in the whole world. I have always dreamed of getting engaged there, but only my mom and sister knew, and they told me I was nuts. I talk about Marco Island all the time and would constantly show my boyfriend photos and beg him to move there when we’re old and wrinkly. This year, my parents invited him to join us, the first time they have ever invited anyone down because Chris and I bought a house together and they thought it was time, but he couldn’t take the time off from work and the four of us went down as usual. One night, Chris didn’t call me to say goodnight. I was worried but figured he fell asleep.
The next morning at 5 am, the time he usually wakes up for work, he texted me that he had fallen asleep and his phone was about to die, but he would call me after work. (Little did I know he was actually on an airplane about to take off, and had gone to bed early because he had to get up at 2 am for his flight!) I went to the beach with my family and after a while my mom and sister wanted me to take photos of them by the water. As I took their photo, they kept asking me to take another and they would get into silly poses. After a minute of this, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Chris on his knee in the sand, ring in hand. What I felt in that moment isn’t something I can even put into words. The world stood still, the sounds of the beach went totally quiet and I couldn’t even breathe. I said yes to my best friend in my favorite place on the planet. I still thank him every day for knowing me so well and making my wildest dreams come true.