April 3, 2008
An Engagement Ring to Remember
I was thirty-nine when I finally got engaged to the man of my dreams. I had waited so long and by that time I wanted everything to be perfect.
Lucky for me, he felt exactly the same way and was determined look at all the diamond engagement rings he could find before choosing the perfect one. My wonderful fiancé spent a month traveling up and down the coast examining loose diamonds and agonizing over ring settings. Finally he came home one night after work (I thought he was at work, he had actually taken the day off to drive two hours to pick up my custom made ring) and knelt down on one knee and formally asked me to marry him. We both ended up crying like babies.