I was spending the night at DH's house (now
our house, it sounds weird to call it DH's house!).
Anyway we get a call at 5:00 in the morning. DH says, "Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay." and hangs up. He said that it was his dad, and that his dad's car broke down on the way to a golf game. This seemed plausible because his dad always had an early tee time. DH was going to pick him up, and wanted me to come because he was too tired to drive alone.
I should have been tipped off because DH hopped in the shower. I asked him why he was taking a shower and he said because his dad was taking us to Dairy Queen for breakfast as a "thank you." I passed on the shower - Dairy Queen isn't exactly a gourmet restaurant.
It was still dark out. We get out to an abandoned grocery store parking lot, and DH is driving around saying, "I know he's here some somewhere." I kept saying, "Just CALL him!"
Finally a big truck pulls up with a trailer. DH said, "Surprise, we're going on a hot air balloon ride!"
That's when I started having a clue what was going on, but I didn't say anything. We get up in the air, it was so beautiful, and DH proposed in the hot air balloon! It was perfect!
That was June 4. We call it "Hot Air Balloon Day" and celebrate every year.