Monday, July 16, 2012
My wife and I went to a family gathering last night. My brother and cousin were sharing their marriage proposal stories. One of them proposed to his wife at a jazz restaurant, and had the band play a special song. The other secretly got all the parents together at a special restaurant and popped the question in front of everybody.
For the first time ever, I realized: I didn't have a story. I never made a marriage proposal. I turned to my wife and asked, "How did we get married, because neither of us ever made a marriage proposal?"
Looking back, it is clear. I always knew I wanted to marry, even from a very young age. I just needed to find someone I loved and who loved me. I think my wife was the same. We didn't need a marriage proposal scenario, because we already had a common understanding.
We were talking marriage almost from the beginning of our relationship, when I was still in college. My mother asked me to promise to finish college first, which I did. But immediately after graduation, we married. That was in December of 1983.