It was the most romantic moment of my life.

Here is our story:
In spring I returned the red onion that wasn’t used in the stir-fry dinner we’d made earlier that week. He was so surprised and touched that I cared enough to bring it back, he jokingly called it the "Red Onion of Love." We had a good laugh, and he teased me about it for a while.

By autumn we’d been happily living together for a few months when one day he said he wanted to take me out for a fancy dinner up in the City.

He suggested we drive up the coast. We were whizzing up Felton Empire when he spontaneously suggested we stop for a little stroll in Fall Creek State Park.

I thought it was strange, but also sweetly sentimental since Fall Creek has always been special to us.

There we were, dressed up and strolling along in the forest. A flash of white caught my eye as we were heading down toward the creek.

I looked down and saw a bistro table and two empty chairs set up next to the creek.

I said, "Look at that!"

He said, "Let’s go down and check it out."

I worried we might be disturbing someone, but he assured me it was fine. I began to get suspicious.

A red rose was lying on the path. The table was impressive, complete with white tablecloth, a crystal platter of sliced fruits and cheese, a bottle of champagne ... and there, in between the two plates, was a big red onion. The Red Onion of Love.

Then I knew it was all for me. I hugged him, and he was trembling. He got down on bended knee and proposed.

Of course I said, "Yes!" We kissed, we feasted, and we drove away in bliss.