The second time we snuck onto the neighboring beaches at the Ritz, we walked by the empty setup for a wedding ceremony right below an adorably perfect tree. Sarah excitedly suggested that we take a picture there and I couldn't help but drag you by the hand to the spot under the tree. It almost made my heart burst when you weren't that reluctant at all to follow me. As Sarah took the picture, she goaded us into a kiss and now there's a picture of us smooching under tree where a wedding would take place. Other than swimming with sea turtles, I think I like this memory from St. Thomas the best. And I need to get my hands on that picture.