We met in Africa, pretty much.

It was my birthday. We swam laps and got sushi and went to Blowing Rocks, a beach with cool rock formations and lots of seashells. All of that in and of itself was perfect to me. But all throughout the day, he also kept giving me these letters. The one he gave me at Blowing Rocks was the fifth and last. For a while at the beach, we searched high and low for shells in the rock formations, but then I followed him up onto this one special rock. He gave me the final letter. With the wind and sea spray whipping up all around us, I read, ". . . And then there was the kiss. Our first, right in this very spot. . . The moment was perfect. We still have many more times [perfect moments] ahead of us. The day I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me, well, you don't have to wait for that anymore." Surprised, I looked at him as he got down on one knee on that rock, which was a feat most impressive. And there wasn't even a millisecond between him proposing and me saying "Yes!"