How They Asked
We woke up on Thanksgiving morning to go surfing around 6:30 a.m. Rob was in an unusual hurry to get to the surf site because we were “meeting friends.” When we pulled up to the surf site on our bikes, two photographers came over and introduced themselves as bloggers for an online magazine called Saltwater Magazine. They wanted to do a short blog on surfers who surf on holidays. We were the first surfing couple they had seen, so of course they had to photograph us and ask questions about why we like to surf on holidays. The bloggers stuck around to take some photos as we headed to the ocean. Jess was still oblivious.
When we approached the ocean, Jess was standing beside Rob, stretching, waking up, checking out the surf, and generally not paying attention to him, as he was trying to get her attention. (At first, she thought Rob was just trying to show off for the blogger-photographers.) Then he said, “what did you do to my board?” Jess finally looked down. On the bottom of Rob’s surfboard, he wrote, in big blue tape, “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” He pulled out a ring, asked the question on his knees, our surf friends started blowing horns, and the “Saltwater Magazine” bloggers were taking photos. They weren’t really bloggers. Jess said “yes.” Actually, she said “okay” . . . still tired, confused, and a bit disoriented from the surprise proposal and early morning . . . until it sank in and then said “yes!”