There’s an article in today’s paper that talks about proposals. No, not business proposals, but the old fashioned kind – marriage proposals.
It appears there is nothing old fashioned about modern day proposing though. Evidently, there is a trend to use YouTube, Twitter, hiring flash mobs, etc...
Sorry, not for me.
Berna and I are on our way to 14 years of marriage. Wow...really?
But, I remember proposing to her just as if it were yesterday.
We love to play golf and we spent a lot of time together on the course when we were dating. One of our favorite places to play was (and is) Ko’Olina.
It was Thanksgiving Day, 1998 and we were heading to Berna’s parents house for a late brunch. So, I encouraged us to play nine at Ko’Olina before the festivities.
Long story short...I arranged for my friend, Head Pro, Mark, to help me out.
We started on number 10 so we would finish on 18. If you aren’t familiar with the 18th Hole at Ko’Olina, it’s just beautiful with a small pond with waterfalls and the clubhouse in the background.
So, we play our round and we get to the 18th. While on the tee, I can see the group in front of us lingering on the green. Usually, it would be a concern, but not today.
Berna was having a challenge with the hole, to the point where she was ready to pick up and leave. I pleaded with her to finish, and sure enough, we reached the green. I holed out and Berna had a 14 foot putt. There was quite a crowd gathered at the club house while Berna lined up her putt. Believe it or not, she drained the putt and the people watching went crazy. She took it all in while going to the cup to get her ball. But, instead of just her golf ball, there was a small, white box in the bottom of the cup. As she reached in and held the box. I took it to open it and inside was a diamond ring.
I did go on one knee and, on the 18th green at Ko’Olina Golf Club, asked Bernadette to marry me. Fortunately and happily, she said yes.
We had a bottle of Champagne at the club house, announced our engagement at the Thanksgiving get-together and I had a limo pick us up, take us to the airport and left for Las Vegas that night.
It was a wonderful, memorable day.
Which, I don’ think you could Tweet.
I know we live in a different day, but for some things in life, old school is the best school.