Aww, those stories are sweet.
I remember mine clear as ice.
Hunter was a baby. We were both pretty young. One day, he packed up, dropped Hunter at his Mom's house and drove me to some mystery place. I was freaking out. He told me to relax and that we needed some time alone. Of course, I thought he was going to leave me or something silly. He took me to the beach and pulled out some wine. We were putting our feet in the water. He pulled up his pant legs and got down on one knee and proposed to me. I cried and cried. And of course said yes. We stayed on the beach for a few hours. Just talking and cuddling. Looking up at the stars. Then we packed up and he took me to a cute little hotel by the beach. We talked about so many things. How our parents might kill us. How we didn't want Hunter to be lonely. How our life would be together. We never imagined we would one day have five kids. We thought two at the most. We talked about having another baby. We wanted another one even though Hunter was still pretty young. We decided that we were going to try to get pregnant again. What do you know, a little over a month later we announce to everyone that we were having another baby. Seriously, our parents were furious. He was just starting his career. I was in nursing school. We had a baby boy. We had no room in our apartment for another child. But they got over it and when Bailey arrived everyone forgot about the negative things.
(I think I'm going to cry my eyes out now. Hormones NOT under control.)