On the last leg of our SF trip, I prayed that God would help guide my heart and find the perfect time to ask Sarina to marry me. The sun went down in Big Sur, and the sea was just beyond. The tourists that were around suddenly disappeared during the most beautiful light. And in that moment only the crashing waves, waterfall and my beating heart, full of love for her, were the only things to be heard. The most beautiful silence, and a moment forever remembered as I spoke my words.
Sarina and I had planned to go to San Francisco since the middle of last year. It seemed like the perfect time to go was in December when she graduated from school. To me, SF was a dream to visit, along with New York, but it always seemed to get delayed in years past. It came down to Sarina and I just booking the hotel, to keep us accountable to going.
And in the back of our minds I think we both knew that it would be a perfect time to be engaged. We’ve been together for 5 years, and everything had absolutely lined up for this moment.
During our trip I had hidden her ring (the one ring to rule them all) in various places as to not be discovered. Every one of the 4 days we were in SF could’ve been the day that I’d ask her, but there were either way too many people around, or it was too cold, and in my heart I knew I wanted it to be a quiet moment between us. So the trip came and gone, and before we knew it, we were making our trek back down the Pacific Coast Highway for an epic 13 hour trip to Southern California. Sarina had gone quiet in the car and I asked what was wrong. She played it off, but later told me that she was sad I didn’t pop the question in SF, when we returned home. Little did she know what I had in store.
We left SF at 10:30am and had it in our head that we would indulge in an epic breakfast before heading back. Sarina wanted pancakes, so we decided to find somewhere just outside of SF on the way home. Come to find out, PCH hates pancakes. What was planned as a 10:30am breakfast turned into a 3:30pm early dinner. Yes, we starved ourselves and held out for the perfect meal, which never came.
At last we decided to nourish our road-traveled bodies and we pulled in to Nepenthe Restaurant in Big Sur. It was a great looking restaurant with a beautiful view looking out unto the ocean. We ate a legendary amount. But inside I was freaking out a bit. I knew there was a breathtaking view in Big Sur, but due to the fires, I thought that my chances went out the window concerning finding the perfect place to propose. While Sarina was in the restroom I quietly asked the waitress if there were any beautiful views near by. She recommended Pfeiffer State Park that was just down the road. With the sun fleeing from the horizon, I casually but quickly payed our bill and we hopped back in our car. Still freaking out, I watched as the sun dipped ever lower to the horizon, and I thought what could’ve been the perfect moment was now gone. But alas, I saw the park entrance and pulled off to park our car. We took our cameras and hiked through a tunnel underneath the PCH, which opened up to the most beautiful ocean view. Sunset was in effect, and I had more time that I had thought. There were, however, many tourists taking pictures, and again I thought that this wasn’t the right time. But all of a sudden, every person looking out into the sunset left. “How could this be? This is the most beautiful part of the day, and they’re leaving.” And just like that, we were alone, and everything that I wanted to happen, happened.
I assumed the position of getting down on a knee, and I took a huge pause. Sarina immediately cried, and I did too. I held my words back just for a moment longer as I heard the ocean beyond. And before I spoke, Sarina said, “That better not be a necklace”.
If you’ve had us shoot your wedding, you would know that Sarina and I work together. And together we’re so excited to see what the future holds.
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