When times are good (aka the economy isn’t in the toilet) TH’s company sends employees and significant others to an event called “the offsite”. This year? I didn’t go anywhere. Last year though? We were put on a plane to Mexico for several days of mingling and frolicking.

One night we slipped away after the dinner and dancing and spent some time chasing the waves down on the beach. On our way back up to the resort we saw this little cooked crab in the hot tub and proceeded to fish it out and carry it around. Now I realize it was all a bit morbid but we were a bit punch drunk and loved our little crab baby, carrying it around the resort with us showing it to our friends.

This trip was filled with many firsts in our relatinship. First time we had flown together, first “weekend away” (although we had separate hotel rooms, each sleeping with a boy and a girl who would eventually get married 6 months after us), and the first time we danced together. Neither of us are that great, although my outgoing nature helps make up for dancing skills I may be lacking.

It was also the first (and only) time I’ve been able to convince TH to swim with me.

A few weeks before our trip I started looking to see if there were any Puerto Vallarta photographers I could hire to take some engagement photos for us. I mentioned my plan to Kelli Nicole and she half-jokingly said “What if I flew out and did them for you?” This post is a bit more picture heavy than others because I love these photos so much. We were ridiculously in love, in a beautiful place and I think the way we were feeling shines through in the photos. This was also our last weekend together before we would be separated for another 10 weeks, only reuniting two days before the wedding.

Our impending separation, of course, had me expecting a proposal. He had no more options, barring an expensive surprise flight up to Washington, and so I just knew it was coming. I was finally going to have a ring on my finger.

We took photos for a few hours Saturday morning and then a few more hours that evening. Still no proposal. I went to bed thinking my Mexican proposal just wasn’t going to happen…

I’ve written up the proposal story once before, when it was a lot fresher in my mind. If you’ve forgotten how it happened, or if you’ve never read it before, go read my post detailing the whole story on That Bride.

We flew back to Dallas and a couple days later I boarded a plane home to Washington. The countdown began, we were ready to get married.

Also:

• 2010 in Review
• The 2nd Anniversary
• The 1st Anniversary