After several months of patience, discipline, plotting and nerve building, Sam decided that it was finally time to propose to the love of his life: our babysitter.
He enlisted his brother and a sweet neighbor from down the street to help strategize. First, they had to make the rings. These were crafted very carefully with Creative Clay, and set out to dry on the window sill, and later in the freezer (to speed things up a little).
Then, they wrote and rehearsed the script, and Sam practiced getting down on one knee.
Finally, it was time for a makeover. Sam knows that girls really like it when boys smell good and are well-groomed, so following a shower he requested a haircut. His father, who is obviously not a barber, gave Sam the high and tight bowl cut. Sam was very pleased with his new look.
I hated to ruin the surprise, but I decided to text my future daughter-in-law and give her a heads up. Having known my kids for many years, she was not surprised by this news at all - after all, Sam has been referring to her as "his fiancee" for several months.
I checked in with her later in the evening to congratulate her and see how things were going. She said he hadn't popped the question yet, and by the time I got home he was already asleep. Sam had chickened out.
The next morning I asked Sam why he didn't propose. He said he was going to, but the rings weren't dry yet. I know he will make someone very happy one day, but I hope the rings don't dry for at least another 20 years!
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