I had been planning for months.

I knew that Stef and I were going to be together forever, but there's something about finding that perfect time, the perfect place. For me, I had decided that this would be on our big vacation. The one we were looking forward to for months, after not having taken even so much as a weekend trip for almost an entire year. Building a business was tough work, after all, but the stars seemed to have aligned as we boarded a plane headed for Riviera Maya, Mexico.

We landed in Cancun and made the trek south, to begin what I was sure would be the trip we'd remember forever. After arriving to the resort, I went to check us in as Stefanie was busy with my family, who was also along for the week long trip. Everything had been planned beforehand: a candlelit dinner for two, at the end of the pier over the Caribbean ocean, as the sun set.

The woman checking me in to my stay, however, thought differently.

"Uh...sir, we've lost your reservations for the dinner on the pier."

Aaaaaaand, so commenced Plan B.

After a less romantic, but very delicious dinner with the whole family, the kids all wanted to go down and see the beach. Perfect. Luckily, I thought to bring the ring along, hidden in my pocket, and my window was opening. I knew it had to be the first evening we got there -- I couldn't wait a moment longer than necessary.

The full moon was set over the ocean, better than I could have pictured it. We walked up to the beach, and dipped our toes in the warm Caribbean waters. Stefanie followed the kids up to the pier that stretched far over the water, and I was right behind them, waiting for the perfect moment.

The kids ran off at some point, leaving my future fiancé and I alone. The water was so clear and the moon was so bright, that the silvery light couldn't have been more beautiful. It was the perfect moment.

So, I took her hands in mind, and got down on one knee. And that was the beginning to our happily ever after!