They have been married now for 54 years. I have heard a lot of stories about college (where they met) but I have never as an adult asked them how they fell in love, or how did they know they were each others “one”. I asked them both two simple questions. While my father (a writer) and my mother (a professor) had very different reactions to my questions, they both said it wasn’t a singular second, but it was based on friendship, that grew over time, and transformed from a friendship to a forever romantic love. However, in separate conversations they both mentioned a specific night, that they both knew (it was the same night).
Was there one singular moment when you knew you fell in love?
Dad: I seem to remember getting to know your Mom over a period of maybe six months. I was a junior at Brown. She was a sophomore. I met her the first day of a theatre class. I remember, of course, that she was very beautiful. It wasn’t a big class, so we started talking and then going out for coffee and going out for coffee more and more and then there was a night – it must have been six months after we met – that I walked her back to her dorm and it hit both of us that it was more than a good friendship. And it proved to be, didn’t it?
What about your love (or loving somebody) makes you a better person?
I think loving somebody – anybody – is good for you because it makes you think beyond yourself. Putting yourself second to someone else – that’s it.