Almost forty-three years ago, a young man sat beside a small lake in a park. By his side was a young lady who had captured his heart. As they sat there, the young man began to pour out his dreams to the young lady, describing events that the young man envisioned would occur in their lives; of their working and playing together, of their having and rearing children, of their happily growing old together. He went so far as to vividly paint a picture of a beautiful home, a quaint, little white house, with a yard surrounded by a white picket fence; an idyllic starter home, or perhaps a retirement home. When he finished his story, he turned to the young lady in question, and without so much as a hesitation, said, “And you can take that as a proposal, if you’d like.” The young lady looked the young man in the eye, and simply replied, “Yes, I do.”