Leap Year
February 29, 2008
Forty years ago today, on a chairlift in
Cortina, Italy, I asked my husband to marry me, and he said “no”. Back then, February 29th was the only day women
were “permitted” to ask men to dance (or marry). But then women didn’t go skiing in Europe
with their boyfriends either. I remember finding a letter addressed to me from my mother on the hall
table in the chalet where we stayed. She
would not have been happy to hear that I was registered with my "married" name. Of course the owner had no idea that I was
the intended recipient of the letter since there was no one with my name staying there.
Peter didn’t actually say “no” that day. He said, “When it’s time to ask, I’ll do the
asking.” Since we were high on a chair
lift in Italy, I couldn’t exactly get up and storm out of the
relationship. Which was lucky because
four months later he did ask, and forty years later, I can say it was worth
waiting.