Diego and I have pulled off a few pretty great surprises on each other. Diego surprised me with a trip to Easter Island in 2016, which was absolutely incredible. A few months later, I surprised him for his birthday. He then surprised me again by coming a day earlier than planned for his trip to the US last year, and, now, this July 26th, I received the greatest surprise of a lifetime: Diego came to the US to propose. My entire family was in on it, and the only thing I knew was that he was coming sometime within the next year. It could have been any time. I then thought I ruined the surprise because I thought I found out the date (September 27th...?), but I was totally wrong. July 22nd, I casually walked into the living room of my parents' house and told my mom I was going back to Monterey the 25th. She shifted in her seat a bit and responded, "Oh... Well, your grandma is planning a family gathering on the 26th. Can you go back after that?" I was very puzzled that I hadn't heard about this "family gathering" before then, but I suspected nothing because I was so convinced that I knew the day Diego was coming. So, July 26th rolls around, and my mom makes sure I dress nicely because she says we'll be taking family pictures at my grandma's house. My dad was going to meet us there later, though, because "the car had a flat tire" (in other words, Diego was asking his permission to marry me), so we had to take my VW Beetle with all the party stuff over. I get out of the car at my grandma's house, my mom hands me the cake, and she tells me to ring the doorbell (little did I know she was recording everything behind me). The door slowly opens, and Diego is standing there with a bouquet of gorgeous red roses! I was so shocked, I didn't even know which language to speak. He got down on one knee right there and proposed, and we had a wonderful "family gathering" at my grandma's house afterwards. Best. Day. Ever (until the wedding, anyway)!