So since my love was turning 30, I decided I was going to take him on an amazing "dirty thirty" trip. I talked a few of our friends and family members into joining in on the fun. Little did I know, he was going to turn his birthday trip, into something else. After a horrible morning of thinking we were going to miss our flight, our limousine was an hour late; we actually had made it on time, got on our short little flight and landed for a fun week in Mexico! So we get out to our hotel, get changed, and head out to meet everyone at the pool. We had an amazing day of drinks, pools, beaches, and laughs. Then, it was time to eat, we all met up for dinner at one of the hotels restaurants, where everyone, including myself didn't know what was coming. Everyone headed back to their rooms, my sweet Joe said "let's go for a walk on the beach", myself stating "of course", thinking heck yeah we're in Mexico lets do something fun! So we kick off our shoes, and head down the walkway to the sand. These people had an amazing camera (if I would have known what was coming I would have asked them to catch it). So we're walking on the beach, where the waves are breaking, and Joe says lets go up a little bit the sand is kind of rough on my feet, I say yeah okay (thinking when did sissy la-las feet get so sensitive geezz) right!? Little did I know up in that little hotel spot light, he dropped to his knee and popped the question "will you marry me?" (Not opening the precious box in his hand) I said " are you serious?, of course I will" and we kissed and lived happily ever after...