Love is in the Air – No, Wait, That’s Just the Onion Rings

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Love is in the Air – No, Wait, That’s Just the Onion Rings

My husband Eric proposed to me in the parking lot of a Burger King. No, I’m not kidding, and please stop laughing. In my husband’s defense, he didn’t plan to ask me in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. He’d planned something more romantic on two different occasions, but an error at the jewelry store and a torrential downpour foiled his plans each time. (At least that’s what he claims.)

We were on our way to visit Eric’s best friend, Joe, who also happened to be the pastor who performed our wedding ceremony. We were meeting with him for pre-marital counseling, which turned out to be a whole lot more fun than it sounds. But since we were visiting him to discuss our wedding, Eric thought it might be a good idea if we were actually engaged when we arrived. Hence, Eric’s “Whopper” of a proposal. (Sorry, I just couldn’t resist!)

After the five-hour drive to the pastor’s house, I was anxious to meet his friends and show off my brand new ring. Joe’s wife oohed and aahed over my shiny new rocks, and then asked me the question I’d been dreading. “So, how did he do it? Was it the most romantic moment ever?”

Ummm, not so much. I chuckled, clearly embarrassed, and glanced at Eric. He picked up the story, describing how he knelt down next to the passenger door in the parking lot and asked me to be his wife.

“Wait a minute,” said Joe. “Wasn’t it raining?”

Eric snapped his fingers. “Why, yes, as a matter of fact, it was. And when I knelt down, my knee landed in a puddle.” He pointed to the slight stain on the knee of his pants.

“Wow,” said Joe, feigning awe. “He got his jeans dirty for you, Diane. That’s true love.”

I laughed. “We were at Burger King. It’s not romantic, no matter how you spin it, even with the knight-in-shining-armor-and-dirty-jeans story.”

We all laughed and had a wonderful weekend getting to know one another. And a month later, Joe joined Eric and me in holy matrimony.

Although it really wasn’t Eric’s fault, I still love to tease him about his completely unromantic proposal. I enjoy telling him that had the engagement ring not been so utterly gorgeous, I would have said no. I don’t think he believes me that I actually would have turned him down, but I like to keep him on his toes.

I also tell him that someday he’s going to have to make it up to me.

With something really, really good.

Whenever we talk about his proposal, he sighs and says, “Am I ever going to live that down?” I smile and answer, “I doubt it. At least not until you make it up to me.”

“And what do you have in mind?” He always asks.

“Something incredibly romantic. Something so wonderful that it will make all of my friends green with envy,” I answer.

When I say that, I can practically see my husband turn green, not with envy, but with fear. The poor man has absolutely no clue what the words “incredibly romantic” mean, but he knows that he certainly can’t mess up a second time.

Lucky for me, Eric has found an unlikely partner in crime.

My adorable husband has enlisted his mother’s help. Whenever my too-lovely-for-words mother-in-law starts asking me questions about my favorite things, I know Eric has sent her on a fishing expedition.

A lot of women would be bothered by their mother-in-law’s interference, but I don’t mind a bit. Before Judy got involved, I received marriage proposals at Burger King. I cooked dinner for six on my own birthday. On Mother’s Day, I stood in the grocery store check-out line while my husband ran to grab the first card he could find. (The card was for me. I’d purchased the one for his mom weeks before.)

Now that Judy’s running the show, I get diamond earrings on my birthday. I get both flowers and candy on Valentine’s Day. I’ve even gotten flowers for no reason at all. And nobody’s proposed to me in a parking lot for quite some time now.

Someday, Eric is going to make that one up to me.

But in the meantime, I’ll just enjoy torturing him with it.

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  • My husband Eric proposed to me in the parking lot of a Burger King. No, I’m not kidding, and please stop laughing. In my husband’s defense, he didn’t plan to ask me in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. He’d planned something more romantic on two different occasions, but an error at the jewelry store and a torrential downpour foiled his plans each time. (At least that’s what he claims.)

    We were on our way to visit Eric’s best friend, Joe, who also happened to be the pastor who performed our wedding ceremony. We were meeting with him for pre-marital counseling, which turned out to be a whole lot more fun than it sounds. But since we were visiting him to discuss our wedding, Eric thought it might be a good idea if we were actually engaged when we arrived. Hence, Eric’s “Whopper” of a proposal. (Sorry, I just couldn’t resist!)

    After the five-hour drive to the pastor’s house, I was anxious to meet his friends and show off my brand new ring. Joe’s wife oohed and aahed over my shiny new rocks, and then asked me the question I’d been dreading. “So, how did he do it? Was it the most romantic moment ever?”

    Ummm, not so much. I chuckled, clearly embarrassed, and glanced at Eric. He picked up the story, describing how he knelt down next to the passenger door in the parking lot and asked me to be his wife.

    “Wait a minute,” said Joe. “Wasn’t it raining?”

    Eric snapped his fingers. “Why, yes, as a matter of fact, it was. And when I knelt down, my knee landed in a puddle.” He pointed to the slight stain on the knee of his pants.

    “Wow,” said Joe, feigning awe. “He got his jeans dirty for you, Diane. That’s true love.”

    I laughed. “We were at Burger King. It’s not romantic, no matter how you spin it, even with the knight-in-shining-armor-and-dirty-jeans story.”

    We all laughed and had a wonderful weekend getting to know one another. And a month later, Joe joined Eric and me in holy matrimony.

    Although it really wasn’t Eric’s fault, I still love to tease him about his completely unromantic proposal. I enjoy telling him that had the engagement ring not been so utterly gorgeous, I would have said no. I don’t think he believes me that I actually would have turned him down, but I like to keep him on his toes.

    I also tell him that someday he’s going to have to make it up to me.

    With something really, really good.

    Whenever we talk about his proposal, he sighs and says, “Am I ever going to live that down?” I smile and answer, “I doubt it. At least not until you make it up to me.”

    “And what do you have in mind?” He always asks.

    “Something incredibly romantic. Something so wonderful that it will make all of my friends green with envy,” I answer.

    When I say that, I can practically see my husband turn green, not with envy, but with fear. The poor man has absolutely no clue what the words “incredibly romantic” mean, but he knows that he certainly can’t mess up a second time.

    Lucky for me, Eric has found an unlikely partner in crime.

    My adorable husband has enlisted his mother’s help. Whenever my too-lovely-for-words mother-in-law starts asking me questions about my favorite things, I know Eric has sent her on a fishing expedition.

    A lot of women would be bothered by their mother-in-law’s interference, but I don’t mind a bit. Before Judy got involved, I received marriage proposals at Burger King. I cooked dinner for six on my own birthday. On Mother’s Day, I stood in the grocery store check-out line while my husband ran to grab the first card he could find. (The card was for me. I’d purchased the one for his mom weeks before.)

    Now that Judy’s running the show, I get diamond earrings on my birthday. I get both flowers and candy on Valentine’s Day. I’ve even gotten flowers for no reason at all. And nobody’s proposed to me in a parking lot for quite some time now.

    Someday, Eric is going to make that one up to me.

    But in the meantime, I’ll just enjoy torturing him with it.

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