The Proposal

First, I said yes.

Second, that's terrifying.

So, here's how it happened... Brad and I had our Irish sweaters, a bottle of wine, Irish cheddar, and crackers. We headed down to the Doolin pier to watch the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean, with the Cliffs of Moher and the Aran Islands in the distance. We found a place between the rocks to sit to avoid the wind. There was nobody in sight, as it is a huge rocky area and pretty unpopulated. Brad gave me a hug, told me he wanted to ask me something, and got down on one knee.

I'm not gushy, but it was PERFECT. Absolutely perfect. I don't think there's a better spot on Earth. Or a better boy :-D