I met Mary at school in October 1976 after seeing her in a training class at Marshall Field’s a couple of weeks earlier. We started seeing a lot of each other at school, and occasionally outside of school, and it was around Christmastime that I was really starting to feel like she might be the one.
I wasn’t sure of how much I was going to see of her over Christmas break, but I wasn’t ready to ask her to marry me. That didn’t happen until a point during the break, when John C., who had been friends with me since grammar school and who also knew Mary, was out at my house with his parents, who were old friends of my mother. He came up with this brilliant plan to take Mary (and not me) on a ski trip. That was the point that I realized that if I didn’t ask her, I was going to lose her. So I told him, "John, we’re engaged."
I thought he was going to faint. After he got over the shock, he couldn’t have been happier for me. After he and his folks left, I thought, well, I guess I had better ask her now.
Shortly after we got back to school, Mary and I were snuggled together in a lounge area at school. I said, "Seven eight, seventy eight. How does that sound?"
"For us getting married. July 8, 1978. How does that sound?"
She sat up. "Wait, you’re asking me to marry you?"
"Yeah. If you want to. Do you?"
I don’t think there was anyone on earth happier than I was when she said "yes." After deciding to push the date up to January (about which Mom was not real happy), we were married January 28, 1978, after a huge snowstorm (which is why Mom didn’t want us getting married in January). And we’ve been together ever since.