Ms. Elaine Kneeous
Jennifer is a one in a million stay-at-home mom. (More like one OF a million stay at home moms!) She graduated from a liberal arts college but there is nothing liberal OR artsy about her. She is married to Kevin Fischer of This Just In, and together they have a beautiful toddler daughter Kyla Audrey. In no particular order she loves dogs, wine, a good bargain, her family, pizza, and entertaining. Follow her blog of all things miscellaneous including but not limited to cooking and baking, entertaining and party planning, being a mommy, and homekeeping.
My Husband: "I Will Never Propose To You..."
“…when you are expecting me to.”
This blog is for all the ladies out there who are in a relationship that seems to be heading “to the next level of commitment.” That is, a marriage proposal. I dearly, sincerely hope that you do not get engaged next Tuesday, St. Valentine’s Day. Because you think (or hope, or expect, or have dropped hints as subtle as an Acme safe on the head) the poor sap you’ve roped in is going to pop the question over roses, surf & turf, and champagne.
I am probably one of the most romantic and sentimental people I know. You should see the mementoes I’ve kept from special moments with Kevin. Certainly I’d never forget the times themselves, but having a tangible souvenir in my memory box means the world to me.
That is why, again, I hope you do not get engaged on St. Valentine’s Day. You see, VD is a romantic day all on its own. Hopefully your significant other has already planned 2/14 long ago. It may be a traditional dinner & flowers or something unconventional that the two of you enjoy doing together. As long as he’s put thought and effort into the plans, to me that is all that matters.
You deserve an engagement day all your own. When Kevin proposed on October 14, 2003 I had no clue what was headed my way. While the setting for his proposal was extravagant, I would have been just as happy if we were enjoying a quiet evening at home. I was just eager to be “the future Mrs. Fischer.” But it needs to be your day, not everyone else’s national holiday.
A dear friend of mine, a bit of a control freak, had other ideas about her ideal proposal. She orchestrated everything, afraid that her fiancée-to-be wouldn’t get something (or anything, for that matter) right. She went to the jewelry store with him to dictate the exact ring she wanted. (To speed the process along further, SHE actually put a deposit down on it herself. Nothing like insurance to make things happen.) She wanted to be proposed to in the “traditional” manner of her beloved getting down on one knee, so he was instructed accordingly. Those details weren’t enough to consider the moment just right. She needed an outdoor venue for the asking of her hand, and it had to be during a full moon. (No, neither of them had werewolf tendencies.) Once all those criteria had been met, he would be able to rightly call her his betrothed. Somehow, he managed to pull off all those instructions. What they hadn’t accounted for was that in downtown
Whether you are a “surprise me, just make it special” kind of gal, or a “you will propose on the third Saturday of the month; between the hours of 7:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m.; when the outdoor temperature is not less than 70 degrees but not more than 85 degrees Fahrenheit; and only after one dozen long-stemmed roses have been delivered earlier that day” lady trust me on this: let him at least pick the date he will propose. You will have the next one to two years to plan the wedding of your dreams where all he needs to do is “shut up and show up.” Give him that much, OK?
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