Today is the 12th anniversary of the day Gerard proposed to me on my back porch after we got back from playing tennis. Maybe not the most romantic proposal, but I thought it was cute—he just couldn’t wait any longer! We were 44 and 45 when we got engaged. We had only known each other for six months. Gerard said he knew right off that I was the one for him. I don’t know how he could know so quickly, but he insists he did. He treated me like a queen from the start of our relationship, opening doors for me, sending me surprise gifts, carrying things for me, helping me with my coat, following me around everywhere I went and still does most of these things. Now that our money is combined, I asked him to cut down on the surprise gifts. The rest, he still does. I must admit I was a bit scared about getting married, After all, my life was good and marriage came with no warranty. There are no guarantees but we both went in with the attitude that marriage is a lifetime commitment so we’ll make it work. It does take work, some sacrifice and some compromise, but we look forward to growing old together and enjoying our retirement years in the future. Right now, we are having a pretty good time too! It seems we were meant for each other.
What about you? When and how did you get engaged? Do you celebrate your proposal date?
