In the past few weeks my hands have started to swell pretty badly and almost every day. Its gotten to the point now where if it happens and I am still wearing my wedding and engagement rings, they get stuck. Chris keeps getting on to me saying that I need to stop wearing the rings or else he’s going to have to cut them off of me one day. I compromised and am now only wearing my wedding band.
I love my wedding band. It wasn’t actually the one I picked out when we got engaged. The one I picked out was much cheaper. Just a band. But on the night before our wedding, Chris gave me a small box and inside was this beautiful platnum band with small diamonds. It matched my engagement ring and it was gorgeous.
So, I love my wedding band. No question about it. But more than the band, I adore my engagement ring. It isn’t big. It isn’t something flashy. It won’t stop traffic. It is just a single solitare square cut diamond, small but beautiful. I love that ring because I know that Chris saved money for it while he was a poor college student. He kept the money hidden in a picture frame behind a picture of me. I love that. And I love that ring because of the day that he gave it to me.
Have I told you about how we got engaged? Its a pretty great story. When we were juniors in college, Chris and I went on a trip to New York together at Christmastime. I had begged the entire trip for us to go ice skating in Rockefellar Center, right in front of the big tree. But Chris kept putting it off and putting it off. One night after we went to see the Rockettes in Radio City, Chris asked if I wanted to walk over to Rockefellar Center and finally go ice skating.
So, we’re skating around in front of the big tree and the lights are twinkling and Christmas music is playing and there are a million people milling around, and all of a sudden Chris stops skating. Right there in front of the big tree. And he gets down on one knee. And I cry. And he asks if I’ll marry him. And I say yes. And we both cry. And then I fall down (cause I’m on ice skates, remember…).
I loved my ring from that moment on. We went back to our hotel room that night with a case of beer and a bag of pretzels, and we stayed up all night talking about weddings and marriage and, of course, my ring.
(This is a picture of me telling Chris that from now on, my ring will be front and center in pictures.)
The very next day, I bought my first wedding magazine and began plotting planning our wedding. And, once again, my ring was front and center.
And that was the beginning of my love affair with my engagement ring. I was hooked from then. But its not the ring itself that hooked me. I’m not bummed right now because I can’t wear a diamond ring on my finger. It was more about what that ring meant at the time that Chris gave it to me.
When we got engaged, I was waiting to hear from law schools, he was floating around trying to decide what to do after graduation. We didn’t know where we’d end up or even if we’d end up there together. There were so many questions out there, so many obstacles, and it probably would have been easier for us to figure out our paths separately. But when Chris gave me that ring, things just clicked into place for us. We still had a million unanswered questions about how it would practically work out, but we knew that however things ended up, we’d be together. And that’s why I love that ring.
And that’s why it is so hard for me to not wear it right now. Because we are sort of back in that limbo phase. Now, we are waiting for a baby, waiting on job opportunities, waiting to see how our lives will change yet again. And being able to look down at that ring and just know that everything will click into place exactly how it is meant to be was very comforting to me.
I’ve been without my ring for about a week now. And you know what? I don’t need it. I’m doing fine without it. I guess its because I just know things are working out how they are supposed to – whether I’m wearing that ring or not. And that’s a pretty good feeling.
But I can guarantee you that the minute that baby is out of my belly, I’m putting my pretty diamond back on my finger. Every girl loves a little sparkle…