Way back in 2021, Ethan moved across the country to the sunny shores of California for his new job. We had just started talking when I hit him with a bold, “Want to go boogie boarding?” Without hesitation—and without the faintest clue what he was signing up for—Ethan said yes. From the very beginning, it was clear we were in for an adventure. Squeezing into wetsuits in front of each other on a date? Not exactly the cutest activity, but definitely a good icebreaker. It set the tone for our relationship—never taking ourselves too seriously and always finding reasons to laugh. And laugh we did. I may or may not have accidentally run Ethan over with my boogie board, and Ethan may or may not have put his fins on upside down. But between the waves, the wipeouts, and a cozy dinner at The Old Place afterward, we both realized we were absolutely meant for each other. Fast-forward two and a half years, and we found ourselves back in Malibu for what I thought was a casual birthday date. Ethan, however, had other plans. As he drove right past our supposed destination—ignoring my increasingly pointed “helpful” suggestions to turn around—my curiosity turned to confusion. Finally, we arrived at the top of Big Rock, a place where we had spent countless days laughing, dreaming, and falling in love. And there, with the coastline stretching beneath us, Ethan dropped to one knee and asked me to marry him. By far, it was the easiest “yes” of my life.