How Not to Respond to a Proposal

Future brides to be, heed my words of warning.  My husband gleefully reminded me of how I botched my reply to his proposal the other night.  His advice to our daughters was:

  1.  Do not use profanity.
  2.  Reply with an answer within a few seconds.

My husband proposed to me in an idyllic setting. We climbed up the bluff on my grandpa’s property. We went to the edge of the bluff where you could see other bluffs and the Wisconsin River sparkling in the distance. I could smell the crisp scent of the pine needles that surrounded us.

I am afraid of heights. When my husband suggested that we stand and look out, I told him, “I would rather sit.” He compromised and suggested that we both stand. He told me that he wouldn’t let go of me. He turned around for a moment and then brought out the jewelry box with the ring in it.

My heart plunged all the way down to the bottom of the bluff. His proposal stunned me. I could not speak for a few moments. Until I burst out with, “You shit! You shit!” We had talked about marriage, but I had not anticipated a proposal so soon. He had to ask me if my reply was a yes. I tearfully stammered out a yes and put the gorgeous ring on my finger. I spent the entire trip climbing back down the bluff staring at my ring. What is amazing is that I did not trip or that the ring did not fall off.

Why don’t I have a picture of the actual proposal? I was wearing a baseball hat, hiking shorts, and a baggy t-shirt. My perfume was Deep Woods Off. I was sweaty after climbing up to the top of the bluff. My grandpa insisted that I wear a hat to protect myself from ticks. I was not glamorous at all, but it was a magical proposal even if my response shocked my future husband.
About the Writer
Jen Gaskell is a quality/regulatory professional, wife, and mom to two young girls.  She lives in a small town just north of Milwaukee right on beautiful Lake Michigan. Jen met her husband while tap dancing into his heart during Anything Goes with Shorewood Players.  She tries unsuccessfully to manage all the drama in her life with her two spunky girls and her long suffering husband.  Jen uses her blog to unload what is in her brain so she can sleep. 
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  1. Alexandra says:

    Oh, you are so adorable, Jen. Fun to see you here!

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  2. Congrats! Absolutely loved your story. I completely burst out laughing at the “You shit!” – I didn’t see that one coming, even with bit of advice #1.

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  3. Babe_Chilla says:

    We were on a beach in Hawaii, I was wearing a bikini standing on volcano rocks tearing up my feet watching the tide wash up dangerously close to the bag containing our rental car keys. I was in a hurry to head back, my nervous not-yet-husband almost fell down bending to one knee and when he asked? I literally said “you’re fucking joking?!?!?” at him. It was uh, magical?

    I don’t know, it just came right out. I let him put the ring on, and later he reminded me that I had never actually said yes. Ha!

    Good story.

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    • Jen says:

      I am so relieved to know that I am not alone. I was completely unprepared for the proposal. I did say yes only after my husband asked me what my answer was.

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  4. Imperfect Jessica says:

    Haha! Love this story. When I was proposed to, I staged it all. It’s very hard to surprise me; so when my husband pulled his car into the park I knew immediately he was gonna propose. He chose a spot to propose, but of course I told him that was a bad spot to stand in. Made him change the location – twice. hey at least we stayed in the park right?

    Awesome to see you on here.

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    • Jen says:

      Thank you mamita. You had to get the right spot, right? I told my husband the right spot a month after we met. I took him to my grandpa’s cabin, and I told him that the point of the bluff was my favorite spot in the entire world. In the back of my mind, I had hoped that I would be proposed to on that very spot. I just was not ready for it. We had only been dating for eleven months when my husband proposed.

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