February 1992 was in a leap year… and that year Harvey and I celebrated my February 20th birthday weekend in Central California wine country. On this getaway, at age 34 and 11 years into this relationship, I was ready to move forward and tie the knot. But alas, my romantic vision for that weekend did not manifest… no proposal of marriage. When pointing this out to Harvey, as we drove home down the 101 Freeway, he just kept his eyes on the road and his hands glued to the wheel. With just the hint of a smile. Hmmm….
Taking matters into my own hands… on Saturday, February 29, 1992 (also known as “Sadie Hawkins Day” the day that was traditionally considered the 1 day a year when the lady can propose)… at my apartment after a lovely candlelit steak dinner, Harvey playfully asked: “Cathy, what do you want from me?”
My answer: “It’s time for dessert!” I then presented him with a giant fortune cookie, custom-made… wrapped in festive cellophane and ribbon. “What is that?” he asked. “Open it”, I said. He said: “You open it”. “No, YOU open it” was my emphatic final demand. He unwrapped it, cracked it open, and read to himself the fortune inside:
“The beautiful blond woman who loves you… cannot imagine her life without you in it. Will you marry her Harvey?”
Our eyes met across the flickering candles, I smiled and nodded with a hopeful expression. His answer:
“Unequivocally YES!”