I’ve had difficulty concentrating this week. Every few minutes my eye catches a glimmer of light off a gorgeous black diamond ring that now occupies the ring finger on my left hand. I left for a weekend trip to Seattle and the Oregon coast on Friday with a boyfriend, and came back Sunday with a fiancé.

I didn’t know Brooks’ plan to whisk me away for the weekend would end in a marriage proposal, but it was the most romantic and wonderful way to get engaged — especially for two movie buffs and “Goonie” lovers.

We flew into Seattle Friday night where we met up with Brooks’ friend from high school. Saturday we had a plan to go on a “Goonie” adventure in Astoria, Ore., and Cannon Beach, Ore. Brooks and I are huge fans of the 1985 adventure/comedy movie “The Goonies,” where a group of kids go on an adventure to save their town. We decided this was the perfect trip to visit Mikey and Brand Walsh’s house, Data’s house, the county jail, Astoria High School and Haystack Rock in Cannon Beach.

Brooks had visited these places before so getting around was relatively easy — with the help of our friendly GPS. After spending some time in Astoria, we drove 30 miles toward Cannon Beach. I thought it would be nice to watch the sun set over the Pacific Ocean together. But we were far ahead of schedule and got to the crowded beach in mid-afternoon.

We took our time walking through shops and then Brooks began to act strange. He said he didn’t feel well so we stopped in a small grocery store to get something to eat. Then we finally made our way down to the beach where I saw the ocean for only the second time. I took off my socks and shoes, slipped on flip-flops and rolled up my jeans so I could feel the soft, warm sand between my toes.

Apparently we had entered quite a ways north of Haystack Rock so we trekked about a mile down the beach, passing volleyball games, sand castles and sunbathers. Again, Brooks didn’t seem like his normal self and I could sense something was up. We took pictures of us on the beach and when we neared the rock, it took my breath away. Yeah, it might be a huge rock in the ocean but it’s really cool — especially because it’s an iconic landmark in “The Goonies.”

We walked hand-in-hand toward the rock and Brooks mentioned something about how when the tide is low you can walk right out to it. Unfortunately, it was high tide on Saturday. He asked me if I thought we should turn back and I said, “We might as well.” Then he stopped me and said, “Now, I know I don’t get my sunset...” and pulled out a velvet covered black box. He said, “Should I get down on one knee?” I replied, “Of course.”

He dropped to one knee in the watery sand of Cannon Beach, opened the box and asked me to marry him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the ring — and as I’m writing this now —and the look on his face, his eyes filled with love for me. Both of us were shaking when I said, “Yes!” and he slipped the ring on my finger. Lots of hugs and kissing ensued, which I’m sure was witnessed by many people on the beach.

As the best moment of my life, it’s one I’ve replayed over and over in my mind since. Everything was perfect. Brooks asked if we should call our parents and I said, “Let’s soak it in for the two of us first.” We took a few more pictures and the ring and then made the mile-long walk back up the beach — but it didn’t feel like a mile.

So, the same person who claimed to be a deadbeat maid of honor and despised having to plan a wedding earlier this year is now getting married. Maybe it will be different since it’s my own.

Although our adventure wasn’t exactly the same as that in “The Goonies,” it certainly was monumental and life-changing as our next adventure begins.

Missy Thompson: missy@tooeletranscript.com