For my 30th birthday, Will completely surprised me with a trip to Las Vegas. He planned the entire itinerary — down to the last detail — except for one mysterious part. As soon as we landed in Vegas around midnight, he told me we’d only have two hours to sleep before heading out again. At 2 a.m., barely awake, we climbed into a rental car and began a 2.5-hour drive to Zion National Park. Running on fumes and two hours of sleep, we were both dangerously close to nodding off at the wheel. We hit the rumble strips more times than we’d like to admit and finally pulled into a gas station to chug energy drinks. Picture two people who are overtired, over-caffeinated, and starving — yeah, that was us. We eventually made it to Zion and started a 1.6-mile hike on the Canyon Overlook Trail. When we reached the top, we were greeted by the most unexpected sight — a group of ten mountain goats casually roaming the overlook. According to Will, I wouldn’t stop moving (thanks to the goats), so he waited for the perfect moment to catch me still. About ten minutes later, he found that moment. He got down on one knee, and the rest was history. To top it all off, my siblings flew in that evening, and we spent the next three days in full celebration mode — a true Vegas-style bender of fun, love, and unforgettable memories.