by Rhonda Norton
(Galveston, TX)
My husband proposed to me at the beach. He took me out to dinner at a Tiki-bar restaurant on the beach. It was sunset, and a really pretty day.
We had Margaritas, and were trying to figure out what we wanted from the menu, when he excused himself to go to the men's room. (I didn't know it at the time, but he went down to the beach)
When he came back, he asked me to walk out on the boardwalk with him to watch the sunset, it was like an open-air building in the back. So he took me down to the water, and there it was... written in the sand!
Rhonda, will you marry me?
I did.