That night, she blew me a kiss from across the room and I reached up and grabbed it. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. I was hooked. So a few years later, when I decided that she was the girl I wanted to marry, I planned a very special Valentine’s Day with a specific theme: India. I gave her a dozen presents that day including a traditional sari, a 10-course Indian meal I cooked from scratch and a pair of plane tickets to Delhi. She had no idea I was planning to propose during our trip. After an adventure of a lifetime during what would turn out to be the hottest Indian summer on record that took us through the Golden Triangle with stops at the Taj Mahal, a few castles and countless Indian feasts, I got down on one knee at a crowded McDonald’s in Delhi an hour before our flight back to Miami and asked her to marry me. Just as she said yes, we were in the midst of a rare hail-filled summer sandstorm during a lunar eclipse on a day that is the same backward and forward. Totally not how I planned to pop the question. But that’s the beauty of it: Love is unpredictable. But when you find it, make sure you hold on tight. You never know where it might lead you.
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