Wes and I are golfers. It's how we met, and how we fell in love with one another. On Christmas Eve 2007, Wes had planned for us to have a private round of golf at a local course where he wanted to propose. Unexpected family plans prevented this from happening, so Wes came up with another plan. While sitting in my parents' basement that evening, Wes convinced me to practice my putting. He went to the garage, got my golf clubs, and brought them back to me with a plastic cup. He handed me my putter and put about 10 golf balls down in front of me. He then proceeded to walk about 10 feet away from me and kneeled down on one knee to stabilize the plastic cup that I would practice putting into. Little did I know how strategic this kneel was.
I began to putt as Wes patiently held the cup, rolling the balls back to me so I was never out of stock. After about 15 putts, I noticed there was a phrase typed onto the golf balls - not the logos I was used to. I picked up a ball and read, "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Still clueless, and knowing that we occasionally pick up lost balls on the golf course and put them in our golf bags, I exclaimed, "Wes, look, we picked up someone's proposal golf ball!" I looked at him, still kneeling on one knee, and realized what was happening.
I don't know if it was the excitement or the unexpectedness, but I exclaimed "Are you serious?!?!" and threw the golf ball at him. Unphased, he then reached into his pocket and pulled out another golf ball and rolled it to me. I picked it up and realized it was a fake felt golf ball that opened like a ring box. He said, "Will you?" as I opened the golf ball to find my gorgeous, custom-made engagement ring inside. Ecstatic, I ran to Wes and jumped into his arms, not even needing to say yes. Talk about a hole in one!