Ryan parked the car along Fort Lauderdale beach. The night was warm as the full moon rose from the dark Atlantic Ocean, bathing the waves and sand in purity.
“What are we doing?” Mary asked.
“Take your shoes off, we are going to tip our toes into the Atlantic Ocean.”
Mary shook her head, smiling. “You are such a romantic fool.”
They walked carefully, holding hands to steady each other in the soft sand.
Ten meters from the waves Ryan dropped to one knee in the sand.
“Ryan, are you okay?” Mary knowingly asked.
A bikini-clad girl and a guy with long shorts emerged from the
waves, paused to watch.
“Mary, you are my very best friend, and I love you like crazy. Will you be my wife?” Ryan asked, looking up into Mary’s misty eyes.
“Oh, my God!” shrieked the bikini girl, hands to her mouth. Her boyfriend took her hand, and they watched the romantic scene play out with a few other bathers.
Mary giggled. Ryan swayed about, his face grimacing with pain.
“Can you guys help him up? He has a bad knee,” Mary asked.
Ryan waved them off, saying,” Not until I get my answer.”
Mary, her hands over her chest, tears in her eyes, said, “Of course I will!”
Beach goers cheered and a few clapped. The bikini girl’s boyfriend helped Ryan to his feet.
“Wow, that is awesome, how long have you been dating?” The girl asked, her eyes misty too.
“Ah, well, we actually have been married for fifty-one years. My husband insists on reenacting his proposal every year. He is a hopeless romantic!
“Oh, my God! How awesome!”
Just then, the bikini girl’s boyfriend dropped to one knee in the sand.
The bikini girl shrieked again.
“What are we doing?” Mary asked.
“Take your shoes off, we are going to tip our toes into the Atlantic Ocean.”
Mary shook her head, smiling. “You are such a romantic fool.”
They walked carefully, holding hands to steady each other in the soft sand.
Ten meters from the waves Ryan dropped to one knee in the sand.
“Ryan, are you okay?” Mary knowingly asked.
A bikini-clad girl and a guy with long shorts emerged from the
waves, paused to watch.
“Mary, you are my very best friend, and I love you like crazy. Will you be my wife?” Ryan asked, looking up into Mary’s misty eyes.
“Oh, my God!” shrieked the bikini girl, hands to her mouth. Her boyfriend took her hand, and they watched the romantic scene play out with a few other bathers.
Mary giggled. Ryan swayed about, his face grimacing with pain.
“Can you guys help him up? He has a bad knee,” Mary asked.
Ryan waved them off, saying,” Not until I get my answer.”
Mary, her hands over her chest, tears in her eyes, said, “Of course I will!”
Beach goers cheered and a few clapped. The bikini girl’s boyfriend helped Ryan to his feet.
“Wow, that is awesome, how long have you been dating?” The girl asked, her eyes misty too.
“Ah, well, we actually have been married for fifty-one years. My husband insists on reenacting his proposal every year. He is a hopeless romantic!
“Oh, my God! How awesome!”
Just then, the bikini girl’s boyfriend dropped to one knee in the sand.
The bikini girl shrieked again.
