As we wandered around the hotel, we decided to browse their jewelry store. Right away I was drawn to the section of sapphires (my birthstone). John urged me to try on a few that I liked. The one that stood out to me was a beautiful oval-shaped sapphire flanked by two heart-shaped diamonds with a modern white gold band. John could see that I loved it, and being the giving man that he is, offered to buy it for me on the spot. My first response was no way, that I didn't need something so extravagant. He kept trying. So I told him that it seemed silly to buy such a sparkly ring, since if we ever did get engaged, I wouldn't want to wear both of them. I ended up having to half drag him out of the store. On our way out, he had me wait while he went to the bathroom. I noted the time on my watch carefully to make sure he wasn't going back to buy it. He was back quickly, so I relaxed. Little did I know that the story of my engagement ring began there...
John has since told me that he spent the next few months trying to get a hold of that ring. First there was the sizing. John secretly stole the rings I normally wear and traced them several times on a sheet of paper, measured them, and even uploaded the image and registered them in ArcGIS.
Then there was actually getting the ring across the Canadian border. And the hold up with the credit card authorization. John said he had wanted to propose while we were on vacation skiing in Colorado, but no ring. Same story when we went to Portland for his birthday. When he finally got the ring he didn't want to wait until our next vacation rolled around.
So that's the story of my engagement ring....
1 comment:
Amanda!
The ring is gorgeous! I love your blogs. Thanks for sharing the ring story, the photos of you and John and your culinary art!
Best Regards! Linda
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