Congratulations to all you newly engaged couples out there. I got engaged during the holidays, and it really was a magical time with lights and parties and new sparkly bling to show off.
My ring was custom designed by a jeweler in Texas. I hadn’t told Eric what I wanted, nor did my mom or sisters know anything about my ring preferences. He was on his own. Boy did he do an amazing job. Big round center diamond, pave diamonds surrounding it with a blinged out band. It was gorgeous. He proposed to me on his birthday on the top of a building downtown which happened to be the same place he asked me to date him. We even braved the chilly December evening to ride our tandem bike down Main St to our engagement party.
This is not the point of my story.
A few months later…..9 days before our wedding to be exact….I lost my diamond - er, the whole ring rather. I was at the office on a Thursday twirling my ring around my finger and the thought crossed my mind that I might need to size my ring down just a bit; then I went about the rest of my day. After work I went to the bachelor pad/soon to be home and started cleaning out kitchen cupboards. We threw away old Tupperware and duplicate pans and gnarly looking spatulas. We worked all pretty late into the evening until we were too hungry to continue. We chose the cheap Mexican establishment a mile from our house. While eating our chips and salsa I realized my ring was no longer on my finger…..I sort of panicked. I sort of searched the entire restaurant asking servers and managers if they had seen a ring. I sort of put on a head lamp to search outside the car, outside the house – you get the picture.
We emptied indoor trashcans and the big garbage can outside until finally we abandoned the search for the night. We continued the agonizing search over the next two days. Unfortunately, we also had a full truckload of various items from our bathroom remodel, and we emptied every last thing from off of the truck, and then back on the truck - all to no avail.
I didn’t know where else to look.
That Saturday we attended a wedding where I did my best to hide my left hand from any suspicious guests. In the car I was once again (tearfully) apologizing to my fiance’ about how irresponsible I felt, how sorry I was that I had lost something so valuable. He responded in the sweetest way I could have imagined. He said – I’ll look for the ring as long as you want me to, but I don’t value it as much as I value our relationship. No one, especially not me, should make you feel worse than you already feel about this. I want our relationship to be a safe place for you; one where you can tell me anything and I won’t be upset or angry
How liberating is that?!
I love that man. He is more than good to me.
The sad news is that I never found the ring. The good news is that we had insurance on it. I still think a squirrel stole it, so I keep my eye out in the neighborhood. Maybe someday it will turn up, and you’ll be the first (or second) to know.
So to all you newly engaged couples, my advice to you is to #1 – size that ring! #2 – marry someone who responds like my husband responded and #3 – don’t clean out anything the week before your wedding.
Happy New Year!
Replacement sparkly ("old" band plus the new set)