I come from a family of avid schedulers.
Everything has to have a time.
And we need to be there 10 minutes early.
Naturally, when my sister’s boyfriend Chris went MIA just minutes before we were supposed to leave for a horseback riding excursion through the cliffs in Maui, all of our metaphorical panties were in a huge ass bunch.
Through tears of confusion and heartache, my sister Kristin told us that Chris was mad about a strange Facebook message she received in the middle of the night.
Wait, what? Chris? The guy who doesn’t flinch when all three of your dogs piss all over the carpet? The guy who will willingly walk around Whole Foods with us and not complain once as we spend hours scouring the aisles in pursuit of hummus? Our Chris?
Regardless, my brother urged us to go to continue on with our day as planned.
We hesitantly drove to the ranch, unsure as to why Chris was being such an “asshole”.
Once we arrived, our guide Stacy asked if all 8 of us we’re here.
“No, there’s only 7 of us. One couldn’t make it”.
“Oh, really? One of you couldn’t make it?”. She giggled under her breath.
We peered at her as if to say “zip it, Stace. Sore subject”.
Before boarding our horses, we were told that they were going to drive us down to the middle of the cliffs for a photo opportunity. SLRs in tow, we happily obliged and hopped in the back of a 1972 pick up truck.
We arrived at the site and started snapping shots of royal blue waters and perfectly imperfect cliffs jutting in to the ocean. Once each picture began looking like the last, we started packing up shop and heading back for the truck.
Before we could board, a helicopter blazed through the sky. It spun in circles that gave me vertigo just from watching. Then, it began flying towards us. It hovered over the cliff until finally, it landed. My sisters and I looked at each other in a panic.
This could mean one of two things:
1. My dad booked us a helicopter tour with a seemingly drunk and perpetually insane pilot. In which case, Dad, you’re on your own.
2. The police are looking for my brother.
Fortunately, our fears were alleviated once we saw a familiar face emerge from the helicopter.
My sister’s own badass Prince Charming.
As Chris walked towards us, we remained slightly confused, and anxious to get our hands on the champagne that he was clutching in his hand.
His knee kissed the grass.
Diamond encrusted love illuminated the sky.
Shrieks of “OH MY GOD” bellowed throughout the open air.
and then finally…
“I love you”.
and, “Welcome to the family”.
Let the celebrating begin…