The proposal story

Perhaps it's easier to write it down once rather than repeat myself every time someone calls to ask.

Richard and I went to a spa and resort just past Sechelt for our anniversary weekend (which also happened to be Valentines Day.) On the second day, we went for a walk around the grounds and ended up climbing this rock to take photos. He said that we should come back after our massages (yeah, I know, tough life) with some sandwiches to watch the sunset.

However, by the time our massages were over I just wanted to take a nap before our scheduled dinner at 9 p.m. He was very insistent that we go for a walk though, so I took a shower and we headed out to our cliff with some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

So I'm sitting on this rock taking photos as I always do, and he turns to me.
"Will you marry me?"
I burst into tears, he pulls the ring out of his pocket where he had wrapped it in Kleenex so that I wouldn't be suspicious of a box-sized bulge in his pocket, and slides the ring on my finger while handing me the Kleenex.

I may have threatened to beat him for wrapping the ring in a tissue though.