I thought it was going to be another summer golf Saturday. Which meant for Dan, a lot of bad shots, with that one shot that keeps you coming back. The day unfolded as normal. I woke up with a slight headache from one too many sips of pino the night prior while the coffee was brewing. Prior to our 11:00 AM tee time, we needed to walk the dogs at the park. We arrived around 9:00 AM to give plenty of time for the dogs to wear each other out. I of course, picked out my best golfing attire, but was still a little grumpy with how early we were moving. The park has a few leash free spots where we can let the dogs run. Since Dan was bringing up the rear, I took it upon myself to keep an eye on the dogs. Slightly annoyed I'm standing there, watching them play, and Dan had the audacity to call my name, "Olivia." I turn around - "WHAT ... " and didn't even finish my sentence because he's down on one knee. I was speechless. After what seemed like an eternity, I obviously shouted, "YES!" I then asked, "So are we still golfing..?" because I thought it was only another normal Saturday....