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Tom has just told our proposal story, but I thought I’d add a few narrative details.

He had to convince me that it was a good idea to go down to the light house. I had reminded him of our trip up to the top of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, and he countered that THAT trip had been worth it, and he was sure this one would be too.

Not wanting to wuss out on our afternoon’s adventure, I agreed. Halfway down the steps, he said, “This isn’t so bad, is it?” “Talk to me on the way back up, babe.”

So we get to the bottom, and the view was truly gorgeous. The Pacific Ocean is so blue, and there was a light mist hanging just below the clouds on the horizon. There was a guy standing on the lighthouse balcony with a hose watering… I don’t know, the lichens on the rocks? So we had to move off to the side so we wouldn’t get watered too. I was taking some photos when Tom said, “So there’s a reason I brought you down here.”

There was a little stumbling over words (both of us) and fumbling with a box (him), and some putting on the ring VERY CAREFULLY so as not to lose it in the ocean (me) and somewhere in the middle of it he said, “Will you marry me?” and I said, “Of course I will!” and suddenly we were hugging and kissing and we couldn’t stop laughing.

“I love you!”

“I love you too!”

If the people around us weren’t paying attention they must have thought we were crazy. And we are, I guess.

We climbed the steps up gradually, stopping periodically on strategically placed benches to let our legs rest. We’d look at each other and start giggling again- can you believe what we just did?

Finally we reached the top and decided to stop at the information center for some postcards. I picked up a few with photos of the Point and the lighthouse, just so I can point to them and say, “We were RIGHT HERE when he asked!” We told the ranger in the station what the postcards were for, and he thought it was a nice idea then he stopped and said, “Wait, was this TODAY?!” Well, yes, just now actually. I think we made his day.

We left the information center with the ranger’s enthusiastic congratulations and headed back to the car to go get lunch. The rest of the afternoon was consumed with scenery, phone calls to tell our families so they wouldn’t hear about it on the internet, and me figuring out just how many people knew about this before I did.

So, things I have to get used to:

- Being the fiancée instead of the girlfriend
- Calling him the fiancé instead of the boyfriend
- The “showing the ring” gesture
- People actually being interested in my jewelry
- Hey! There’s a sparkly thing on my left hand! *magpie stare*
- OMG, you mean I actually have to plan a wedding? For REAL?! *panic!*
- Bringing my lunch to work every day to save money so I can pay for the thing

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