Our story started out like any other movie-cliche. It was Valentines day and I was the girl who walked into the bar that made him believe in love at first sight. Already there with his buddies, he turned to them and said, "that's her." After they asked for clarification, he simply said again, "she's the one." We'll never know if it was his nerves or if he was waiting to be sure I was single, but he waited over an hour to make his approach. He introduced himself to all three of us then engaged my friends, hardly acknowledging I was there. I observed the scene for some time before I looked up at him and said, "you're different, I like you." He looked at me, smiled, and replied, "I think I like you too, kiddo." We went on our first date the next day and the rest is history.



We were visiting family and friends in Arche Cape, Oregon for Thanksgiving, staying at a beautiful house on the ocean. He wanted to create that perfect moment on the beach. Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. One of the last mornings the skies finally cleared and he insisted we take our coffee outside. Standing on the edge of the bluff, in the first bit of sunshine we had seen for days, he popped the question. 
Naturally, I said yes.

Champagne and a hike up Neahkahnie Mountain followed.