I considered for a long time writing a lengthy, completely non-dress-related post about our journey to become an officially engaged couple, which took five years and was fraught with misunderstanding, angst, and sadness. I thought about showing everyone my four (4) engagement rings — three fake ones and this, the real one — and telling the story of each, but then I realized it wasn’t entirely my story to share. Besides, all I have to say about the tumultuous limbo of being “pre-engaged” has been more eloquently committed to the internet here, here, and here.
Someday I might write that story, but today all I have to share is this quote from Anne of Green Gables, which pretty well sums up how I feel about my awesome heirloom purple ruby:
Long ago, before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like. I thought they would be lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a lady’s ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn’t my idea of a diamond.
And this: Nick, FH, Husband-Elect: No matter how many times you propose, my answer will always be yes.
Yeah, I can see you on the other side of the Internet, puking on your keyboards. Cynical bastards, the lot of you.