The picture on this page was snapped just after Wesley proposed. I didn't see it coming (and I don't think he did either!). We had just attended a DAR luncheon, and let me tell you, those ladies are organized! Upon arriving, Wesley gave his name and they pulled his seating assignment. However, to find MY last name, the organizer had to stand up and walk to the opposite end of the long reception table to pull my seating card from a different file. I will never forget Wesley's face; it read "Don't you know this woman is meant to be next to me?" After an enjoyable luncheon, Wes made a detour to St. Johns cemetery. I thought nothing of it since it was a beautiful day and we often visit the cemetery. As we strolled through the tree-lined grounds, Wesley recounted details of the day we met. When we were just about at the exact spot where we first met, he held my hands and said each word punctuated by a kiss- "I. think. I . want. you...to be my wife." Then, he got down on one knee (in his linen suit in the dirt!) and said the magic words- "Will you marry me?" And this time I said " Yes, please."