On February 4th, 1978 Mr. Wondeful, formerly known as my boyfriend, took me out for dinner and then to a popular sledding hill in my hometown. We had borrowed sleds from the children we sometimes babysat. College students will do anything to get out of the dorms! It was a very cold night and because we were young, we didn't mind. Today I wouldn't entertain the idea of going sledding if the temp was below zero!
After sledding we sat talking in his little red Chevette parked in front of my parent's house. "We had fun tonight, didn't we? Wouldn't it be great if we could be together and have nights like this whenever we wanted to?" And then the ring came out of his pocket and for as long as we both shall live became our motto.
Of all the love stories, ours is my favorite.