One Happy Island & Two Crazy Lovebirds

About three months ago, I had an adventure of a lifetime that I may have forgotten to mention:

my honeymoon

My beau (now hubby) and I traveled to the little island of Aruba,

or "The Happy Island" as residents prefer to call it.

Papiamento is the predominant language on Aruba.

The island's culture is influenced by the Dutch, Spanish and the United States.

However, it is definitely an island designed for tourists from all over.

Aruba was beautiful and filled with outdoor activities like...

talking on an old school pay phone,

walking up a barren hill to see a...

lighthouse,

relaxing on the beach,

and of course, snorkeling.

Days after we were wed, my new husband thought it would be fun to climb up and jump out of a tree in a foreign county.

I just about had a heart attack.

Thankfully, this mark was his only souvenir from that fall.

We had a lovely time relaxing in Aruba.

It was great to have some time to slow down and breathe in precious moments and create unforgettable memories with an incredible scenery as the backdrop.

Refreshed and recharged, we were able to tackle the first few months of our next big adventure of our lives:

marriage.

Stay tuned for more details about my wedding and upcoming coffee adventures!

-Coffeegirl

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He Put a Ring on It

Nine short days ago, my lovely beau of six years asked me the four most wonderful words in the universe:

"Will you marry me?"

I of course said, "Yes!"

But I want to rewind and tell you all my incredibly romantic proposal story.

About a month ago, I went to a ring sale over my lunch break.

I put a ring on that gave me chills.

The lady wrote it down for me, and Travis went back that day, but it was sold.

I was heartbroken, but vowed to not be a part of this process any longer.

Last weekend, Travis insisted we go visit family since he had work off.

I was a bit suspicious, but I did not want to get my hopes up.

On the way home, Travis told me to go ring shopping with a friend that weekend to send him a report because I needed help.

I thought, "I guess he really doesn't have a ring."

On Friday evening, he took me out on a date and told me to dress pretty.

We went to a nice Italian restaurant, and I hinted at my suspicions.

He joked, "Just wait til you get to the center of that bread!"

Again, I thought, "Okay, not tonight."

Afterwards, we were driving to my house to watch a movie, when he stopped at my favorite little white chapel behind my house.

There, waiting for us, was a perfectly laid out picnic with a dozen roses and his quilt made from his grandmother's clothes.

It was beautiful

but no proposal.

We sat and reminisced over the past six years and enjoyed the scenery.

I was on cloud nine.

We laid down to look at the sky, and out of no where, he said,

"Will you marry me?"

No box.

No knee.

Just his sweet smile and the beautiful ring that he had told me was gone!

I called him a liar, said, "Of course!," and immediately put my favorite ring on.

Then he began to mess with his phone,

and shortly afterward, fireworks began shooting off in the distance.

It was magical.

He had given my best friend, Suzie, "the signal,"

and she lit them.

(She is great at keeping secrets.)

The next night, he had a whole party planned with our family to celebrate.

It was fun and perfect and a little quirky.

Just like us.

I still cannot believe I am a bride-to-be,

but I could not be happier!

Travis is the most wonderful man I have ever known, and I cannot wait to have countless adventures with him as his wife. :)

-Beth

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