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.