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The engagement ring Charles gave me is absolutely perfect. I
love the setting, the cut and, most important, the meaning of it. I absolutely
love it and I can’t imagine ever wanted anything different. Seriously, I
can’t think of a single thing I would change about my ring… Well, except the
size.
When Charles proposed, the thought of
getting my ring resized never crossed my mind. Sure, I could get
it on and off easily, but I knew that fingers shrunk during the winter and
swelled during the summer. I thought that the size Charles got me was a perfect
middle ground (especially since I didn’t know big of change my finger size
would actually be).
Cue in the cold and wet weather!
Okay, it’s really not that cold or
wet for December, but I could definitely tell a difference in how my ring fit
me. Then, at work one day, my ring actually fell off when I was washing my
hands! Thankfully it just landed on the counter and didn’t go down the drain,
but the incident still gave me a heart attack.
On top of all that, I saw a news story about a woman who was
taking off her gloves and her ring flew off her finger while she was on a metro
escalator. The poor woman had to wait until the weekend before the
metro police could stop the escalators to search for the ring… And they never
found it! I know it’s silly, but this story hit too close to home.
I found myself subconsciously clinching my fist and putting
my thumb over the diamond. I would also wake up in the middle of the night in
shear panic because I thought my ring had fallen off (which it never did in
bed). For my sanity (and Charles!) we decided to get my ring resized.
It took me a couple days… okay weeks… to decide that I could
give it up for the five days to be resized. There was always some excuse about
why I couldn’t do it… It was the holidays and I didn’t want to be without it…
Or I was going to go see someone for the first time since I’ve been engaged and
I wanted to show them my ring… Or, the number one reason, I just loved it so
much that I didn’t want to give it up!
Since I’m leaving for a business trip next weekend, Charles told
me that today was going to be the last day to get it resized if I wanted to
have it back in time for the trip. Otherwise, I would have to wait until after
I got back (which meant I would be paranoid about losing it in a new
city). So this morning I kiss my ring good bye and made Charles take it off my
finger (because I couldn’t bare the thought of taking it off).
I freaked out on the metro not once, but twice because I didn’t
have my ring on. It was that subconscious thumb over the diamond that got me
both times. I knew I had given my ring up that morning, but when I didn’t feel
the diamond underneath my thumb, I just stopped thinking and went into panic
mode.
Luckily for me, I have an amazing fiancé who surprised me and
paid to have my ring rushed. Instead of taking five days to have my ring
resized, it only took two hours (although I had to go an entire work day
without it)!
It makes me feel so incredibly shallow that I would care about a
material product that much. Truth be told, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this
way about a thing. Sure, I get really emotionally attached to my friends,
family and pets… But I’ve never been so attached to a thing. I think (and hope
and pray) that it’s the meaning behind the ring that makes me so crazy about
being away from it.
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