Will You Marry Me?

It was May 26, 2006 when Mike took me to Atlantic City for the day. You see it was my birthday weekend and he wanted to do something extra special for me and he knew I loved the beach. We woke up early that morning and went out to breakfast. Walking out the front doors of my house I thought it was going to be the worst day to be at the beach. It was raining and really sticky out. After we arrived at Atlantic City the weather did start to come around. We spent the afternoon shopping; Mike had taken me on a shopping spree for my birthday.

After shopping Mike took me out to a late afternoon dinner. When I sit down to eat I usually like to talk and eat and take my time. Well Mike had other things in mind; he was trying to rush me to get through dinner. Finally we finished and we walked onto the boardwalk. After getting onto the boardwalk Mike turns to me and says that he really wants to go walk onto the beach. Mike doesn’t like the beach, he hates the beach, he hates the sand, he pretty much hates everything about the beach. I didn’t think anything of it; I just thought he was being nice since it was my birthday.

Here we are walking along the water chasing each other, just really having a good time. Right at sunset mike pulls out this small velvet blue box and says “Will you marry me?” Of course I shouted “YES! YES! YES!” It was really nice, it turned out to be a really nice day.