- 6 years ago
- Wedding: May 2014
So, I do believed in the symbolism of a ring and any ring signifying that my SO and I are engaged would make me happy, certainly. That being said, of course there are rings I think are prettier – I’m only human!
I will admit though that everything in a price range I was comfortable underwhelmed me. I say “I” because it was important to me that this ring not make me feel guilty. He’s a new college graduate, I’m in my senior year at a university… And we have our lives to think about. Getting a home, etc. I didn’t want a down payment sitting on my finger. But my goodness, one trip to Ben Bridge had me in a huff, thinking we were all getting hosed by ridiculous prices. He kept telling me not to worry about it but I’m sorry, I’m a business student – I definitely do! And then throw in conflicts surrounding some diamonds… It didn’t settle well with me.
But… I’d always secretly loved my mother’s engagement ring. It was actually her second set. Her first set got damaged and so my father replaced it. They’ve since divorced. I always thought it was the sweetest ring, an antique flower with a diamond in the center and leaf and diamond accents, a matching wedding band adding three more diamonds and a another leaf. I told my friend how I loved it and she asked me if I hadn’t asked my mom about it because I thought it was tainted. Absolutely not! My parents impulsively got married after dating for three months in college and good on them for lasting 14 years and producing my brother and me and still getting along so well that we have holidays and dinners together. No, it wasn’t that…
It was my Mom’s. And I figured it probably meant a lot to her and representated an important step she took in life, a risk. I was always too scared to ask. But my SO knew it was my dream ring and so we’d tried to find ones that looked like it… But they just weren’t out there. I finally mentioned it to her.
She was thrilled I liked it! I found out that my fiance purchased it from for a price they decided and she helped him get a new center diamond, get it cleaned up, and resized.
He has it. I’m stunned. My boyfriend has the ring he intends to propose to me with. And it belonged to my Mom. Which is just doubly special. And even though the anticipation is killing me I am determined to be patient and here’s why:
He mentioned it would likely be this summer and in my excitement I’ve nagged my way into hearing two previous proposal scenarios that would have been insanely romantic! “Well, I was going to do ABC but I would have been Christmas-time… I was going to do this one but it would have had to have been around your birthday…” And I’m like, “Awe! But I liked those!”
Now I know…ladies, if they say they’re waiting so they can do it their own way, it’s probably true! I’m dedicated to whining here about being impatient and leaving him alone. He worked with my Mom and got my dream ring. That will have to tide me over!