Those are the very words he said, but what did we do in between February of my senior year of high school until the next June? I remember lots of phone calls, sitting together in church, getting together to watch movies [still on VHS], and writing letters.
Once I told a co-worker that my boyfriend was a pastor’s son. She said, “Oh, they are the wildest guys, aren’t they!” I was like, “Umm, not mine.” I think her opinion of me changed that day. Oh well. He really wasn’t wild.
One day when I came home from work my mom mentioned that my boyfriend had been there that day. I was surprised because he hadn’t mentioned it to me at all. He brought a piano stool that needed fixed and……..he asked my dad for my hand in marriage.
We went to the mall with my mom and shopped at some jewelry stores, but I didn’t find anything that I really liked. There was some I would have settled for, but who wants to settle for an engagement ring? I know that some of you knew what kind of ring you wanted since elementary school, but I didn’t have a particular kind in mind. I guess I was hoping for a sign that said, “This is the ring design you won’t mind wearing for the rest of your life.”
Then we found out that his mom was giving us the diamond his dad had bought her in 1965 with the provision that it be passed to our son at the appropriate time. Knowing our cost was down made it more fun to look at rings.
I went to a jewelry store by myself and was lucky enough to get a nice saleslady that wasn’t much older than me and was patient. [Remember I hate making decisions.] She took note of my size and a few rings that I liked. I took her card and gave it to my future husband. Now the decision was back in his hands and he could decide to get the more expensive ring or not.
I knew that he had picked a ring and it would take a week to size it and set the diamond. So 5 days later when he was late arriving for a night together I wasn’t real suspicious just kind of irritated that he hadn’t called. He couldn’t call because he couldn’t explain that the ring was done sooner than expected and he was going to be late because he was picking it up.
We ate supper with my parents and I was glad to just relax after working that day. He had brought a box of fudge and as soon as we finished eating my mom cleared the table and asked if I was ready for dessert. I remember saying that we could wait a bit to try it, but my mom really wanted to have some fudge right then. “Okay, if you really want to try it.” Then she brought me the box still closed and a knife. That was unusual for my mom who is a good hostess, but I didn’t think much of it.
When I opened the lid of the fudge box my engagement ring was laying on top of the fudge’s plastic wrapping. My mom knew it all along. My husband says that I put the ring on my finger too fast for him to ask the question, but what did he expect from the girl who knew she was going to marry him over a year before. 🙂 I took it back off, he asked me properly, I answered, and he put the ring on my finger himself.
He still calls me sweetheart, and that ring is still on my finger. One time he had to rescue it from the shower drain, but that’s a story for another day. It has been resized since my pregnancies, but it’s still precious and a design I don’t mind wearing every day.
It would be another year till our wedding day. We were one of those crazy couples who celebrated our engagement each month so I’ve got more to tell you next week.
The links for the rest of my story are on My Romance page.
Did you pick your engagement ring? Is it gold, silver, or something else?