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:
- Do not use profanity.
- 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.
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.