The proposal story begins on September 12th at 6:25 am on Rehoboth Beach. We got up early and rushed down to the beach, blanket and camera stuffed into a bag. We were aiming to watch the sun rise over the ocean. That morning, however, was overcast and the thick band of rain clouds lay along the horizon. Small patches of florescent pink struggled to burst thought the otherwise grey sky. Curled up on our mustard yellow blanket we watched the waves pound the short. In the lacy edges of the waves, the slim beams of the sunrise were reflecting pinks and golds. On the beach blanket, Mike drew me close to him and kissed me passionately. I could feel one of his hands dig into his jacket pocket.
"Leah, Will you marry me?"
And of course I said "yes!"
And in his hand was the perfect ring of blue and green.
That was the beginning of a beautiful day! For the rest of the day we lounged around on the house, read on the beach, took walks, and enjoyed our peacefully day alone. I was in the clouds; always shocked over my ring and the man who gave it to me. That day nothing could be bad. The cloudy weather was just right. The little bursts of rain came only when it was convenient. And Mike and I were happy in every minute of the day.
