Fleur Smithwick writes about her leap year proposal.
I asked my boyfriend to marry me on the 29th February 1988. I even bought a ring. I always think about this when Leap Year comes along but this year it has added resonance. My daughter is twenty-four now, the same age I was when I popped the question.
When I look back I wonder if I knew what I was doing. No one asked me at the time or talked frankly about the implications of making such an important decision. I have to be honest and say that I didn’t have a clue. I was in love and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Fortunately it’s worked out beautifully, but it might just as well have been a disaster.
It was a whim, no doubt about it, but there was some sense behind it.
Aside from the attraction and all that luvvy-dovey stuff, I asked him because I knew what I wanted and he had it; he was dead cool but also soppy and romantic; he genuinely liked women and they genuinely liked him; he was outgoing, upbeat and never seemed to worry ; he knew how to talk to people. The first time I saw him he grinned at me and I have always preferred cheerful men to brooding types. I felt secure and loved. All of the above still applies by the way.
I am really, really glad I did what I did but if my 24 year old daughter suddenly announced she had asked her boyfriend to marry her I definitely would ask the question: ‘Do you completely understand what you are doing?’
Fleur Smithwick is the author of How to Make a Friend. Published by Transworld.