Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.
My wife has already blogged about an important anniversary in our lives. I appreciate my beloved's attention to detail and her solid memory.
In an effort to paint a romantic picture, Jennifer succeeded. Some readers may have been nauseated. Honestly, to those, Jennifer and I simply don't care.
But Jennifer, to what may have dismayed Paul Harvey, she left out some details.
While we shared in what at the time was a very private moment in a not so private setting, when I did pop the question, Jennifer burst into tears in about 0.000000001 second. A tenth of a second later, she started screaming. Loud. Real loud. We were 13 stories up, outside all by our lonesome, but you could hear her all the way over to Epcot. Anyone who did hear my petite soon-to-be- Mrs. would have thought Norman Bates was stabbing Janet Leigh in the shower.
Pin in the romantic balloon? Not quite, though I did quietly, lovingly suggest it might be best for the moment, not to mention years of stories later to kill the screaming.
Too excited to notice, Jennifer never truly knew what the ring looked like until the next day.
My goal was to celebrate with friends inside, but Jennifer wanted the savor the moment together. We explained later at the restaurant a few nights later.
And now, an even more personal note. As Jennifer and I celebrated, I told her to get out her cellphone. I insisted she bring it along, a strange request she thought late at night on a vacation.
I told Jennifer to dial a familiar number.
When the person on the other end picked up, she was crying. It was like a symphony. So was my future wife.
I had informed my mother what was to transpire that night and to be ready for a call from Florida. I wanted this interaction to be completely between my dear mother and Jennifer.
Mom gave Jennifer a simple, loving message: "Welcome to the family."
I thank God for my lovely wife and beautiful Kyla, and thank Jennifer 10 years ago for saying YES.