When my wife and I were first dating, we were out for a ride in my car to just talk and enjoy the early spring day. I told her how much I loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Hoping for some private place to talk, I pulled down a little dirt lane to a small meadow used by summer campers, but now abandoned.

Wildflowers of white and all shades of gold sprinkled that meadow. I picked her a colorful bouquet and asked her to marry me. She laughed then got tears. We stood together alone and pledged our love with vows from our heart in that empty meadow with those little yellow spring flowers. Later, we did get married in a church ceremony. That was 28 years ago, but I remember our deep emotional feelings on that early spring day in that flowered meadow.