Five years ago next month, Wonderful Guy surprised me with this ring. He selected it all by himself, with just a little help from Best Dog Ever.
After not hearing from him all day, he called me at work to tell me he thought we should eat out that evening. I had plans right after work, but if he could wait, I was up for it. When I arrived at his place, dressed very casually (read hair twisted up, and sweatshirt with jeans), I find out he has a nice seafood restaurant in mind. No time to change, nothing to change into, and anyway it’s Colorado, and he’s okay with what I am wearing.
Over a glass of wine (I was beginning to sense something here), he starts to talk. He began with how our friendship had grown and deepened, how we had helped each other’s hearts to heal (another post for another time), how we had learned to laugh again with each other, how I had talked about ‘maybe being ready to possibly do something a little more definite committment-wise’ (almost my precise and unequivocal words!), and how, if we were going to move in together, he wanted there to be a definite promise of something permanent down the road. Or something like that!
It gets a little foggy in my memory because at that point he reached in his jacket pocket, and I thought, “He is going to bring out a ring.” And that is exactly what he did. Yep! Fogged my memories right up! And me….with my hair twisted up with a scrunchy wearing a sweatshirt.
To me, it is the most beautiful ring ever, and the relationship it symbolizes has grown and deepened in ways I never knew possible. This is the second time around for both of us, after very long first marriages where the X’s chose to leave. We have made concentrated efforts to learn new ways of doing things. We have let go of many old habits, and with the promise of an open and honest relationship above all else, we are growing a deep, unconditional love for each other I have never known.
Always, and forever, with all my heart, Wonderful Guy.
After not hearing from him all day, he called me at work to tell me he thought we should eat out that evening. I had plans right after work, but if he could wait, I was up for it. When I arrived at his place, dressed very casually (read hair twisted up, and sweatshirt with jeans), I find out he has a nice seafood restaurant in mind. No time to change, nothing to change into, and anyway it’s Colorado, and he’s okay with what I am wearing.
Over a glass of wine (I was beginning to sense something here), he starts to talk. He began with how our friendship had grown and deepened, how we had helped each other’s hearts to heal (another post for another time), how we had learned to laugh again with each other, how I had talked about ‘maybe being ready to possibly do something a little more definite committment-wise’ (almost my precise and unequivocal words!), and how, if we were going to move in together, he wanted there to be a definite promise of something permanent down the road. Or something like that!
It gets a little foggy in my memory because at that point he reached in his jacket pocket, and I thought, “He is going to bring out a ring.” And that is exactly what he did. Yep! Fogged my memories right up! And me….with my hair twisted up with a scrunchy wearing a sweatshirt.
To me, it is the most beautiful ring ever, and the relationship it symbolizes has grown and deepened in ways I never knew possible. This is the second time around for both of us, after very long first marriages where the X’s chose to leave. We have made concentrated efforts to learn new ways of doing things. We have let go of many old habits, and with the promise of an open and honest relationship above all else, we are growing a deep, unconditional love for each other I have never known.
Always, and forever, with all my heart, Wonderful Guy.
