Barb and I independently came to the conclusion that we should get married and didn’t really have a discussion about it until the details of the execution of said event became important. To the best of our recollection, even 35+ years ago (we were married 34 years ago) we couldn’t say that one person or the other made the suggestion to the other. “Proposal”? What’s that?
This morning son James proposed marriage to his girlfriend Kelsey. While in Paris. While at the top of the Notre Dame Cathedral.
She said yes.
I suspect someone will remember.