Hawaiian vacation week. I walked into the hotel room to find a note from my boyfriend, WWE Superstar, Mike Mizanin, better known as The Miz.

My Love,

Meet me on the beach. I have a surprise for you.

Mike.

I showered and put on my favorite white gown.

I looked in the mirror at myself, my hair pin straight and falling down my back like a golden waterfall.

I didn't wear shoes. I walked onto the beach in my bare feet, looking for Mike.

I looked all around, then I saw him.

He was looking over the water, holding a red rose.

I walk over to him, the wind blowing my gown and hair all around me.

Mike looks over and sees me. A smile breaks out on his face. I'm stunned.

'My love,' says Mike, 'you look lovely.'

He takes my hand and kisses it gently, his blue eyes sparkling.

I struggle for words, stunned at his beauty, how handsome he is.

'Come with me,' says Mike, taking my hand, 'your surprise awaits.'

We walk over farther, and I see a band there. I had no clue what was going on.

There's a buffet of delicious food on a picnic table, with champagne in ice.

I see a man standing there, I recognized him from somewhere.

Mike sits across from me and pops the cork and pours me champagne.

There's shrimp, oysters, crab, and lobster, my favorite sea food dishes.

I sip my champagne then Mike feeds me food. I smile the entire time.

After we were done, it was time for a romantic dance on the beach.

'You saw the man here, right?' asked Mike, grinning.

'Yes,' I said, 'why?'

Mike laughs. 'Josh Groban.'

I gasp.

Josh Groban sings our special song, You Raise Me Up. Wow. Josh. Groban.

Mike took my hand and lead me over to a smoother part.

He held my hand and put his other hand around my waist and held me tight.

The song began. Mike danced with me slowly, rotating me as the song played.

'You look so beautiful tonight,' Mike whispers in my ear.

'You're too handsome for words,' I say.

Mike laughed softly.

We continued to dance, my head resting ever so lightly on Mike's shoulder.

The song ended and Mike kissed me on the forehead.

'Let's finish the champagne,' I said.

'I agree,' said Mike.

Mike and I had one glass of champagne, then Mike held my hands.

'I have a question for you before we drink the rest,' said Mike.

'Oh?' I said, puzzled.

Mike looked deep into my eyes, his eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

'I love you,' he said to me, 'I will always love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'

Mike got down on one knee in front of me and pulled a box out of his tuxedo pocket.

I gasped, clapping my hands over my mouth in surprise, totally lost for words.

'I love you Sara Marie,' says Mike, 'I love you with all my heart and soul. Will you marry me?'

Mike opened the box. I gasped again, not moving my hands.

The ring was white gold, two beautiful diamonds with my birthstone in the middle.

Happy tears spilled over, I cried happy tears. Real happy tears.

'Sara?' said Mike, 'will you do it? Will you marry me?'

I struggled to find the word I wanted to say. I was so over come with joy I was completely speechless.

'Oh, Mike!' I finally choked out between tears, 'yes! Yes!'

Mike put the ring on my finger and got up.

He hugged me tightly and spun me around in a circle before kissing me passionately.

After we finished the champagne, we stripped down naked for a romantic skinny dip in the water, laughing and kissing.

Mike and I climbed on the beach and put a towel down.

We kissed passionately, holding each other tightly.

We made love that night on the beach, our wet bodies glistening in the moonlight.

After we were finished, we went back to our hotel room and showered together, getting ready for bed.

Mike immediately embraced me as soon as I was within arms reach, kissing me hard.

'Sara, I love you,' he said to me as he kissed me, 'I love you so much.'

'I love you, too,' I said, 'I love you, too, baby.'