We were in Fiji, ten years ago today. Wearing a charcoal gray wool suit, with pinstripes, of course, and black oxford shoes --- the least appropriate attire he could possibly have worn on a tropical beach, but forgivable because he's a corporate lawyer, after all --- he got down on one knee in the sand at sunset and asked me to marry him.
I said yes. He presented the champagne. The cork popped high in sky, briefly silhouetting against the starry sky before falling into the ocean. We lounged in a hammock, drank the bubbly, and planned our future.
And ten years later, we live happily ever after. Or something close to it.
Thanks, Fiji, for giving us a good start.
(images via 1, 2, 3, 4)