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Friday, February 17, 2006


I ran my hand across a wall today and the light caught my solitaire in blue and purple sparkles. Most of the time I forget my ring. It has become a part of my hand, as familiar to my fingers as their own touch. But every now and then, the light will catch the diamond, and catch my eye.

More and more it's the trend for pre-engaged couples to go shopping for a ring together. The girl gives her input, points to the gold or white gold of choice. She'll finger the various cuts of diamond, and contemplate their many perfections. The couple will hold between them, a chart listing the letters and numbers of diamonds, the different shades between yellow and white. Finally the girl will settle on a caret she can be happy with.

This wasn't the way for me. I never saw my engagement ring, never had a clue what it would look like, until Dwayne pulled it from his pocket. That's not to say I would have turned down the opportunity to shop for a ring but Dwayne did it by himself. He did it the old-fashioned way, and I'm grateful.

After the light hit my ring, I pulled my fingers to my face and wiggled them to make the ring sparkle again. A thought occurred to me, perhaps absurd, but one that I like.

This ring is not about my taste in style or my sense of beauty. It's about Dwayne's. This ring is a gift. He has chosen it from all the other stones lining glass cases. Something about its gold curve and its single diamond made him stop. He thought it was lovelier than the rest. And if he thought it was beautiful, maybe in it I'll discover a piece of what drew him to me.


Blogger pk said...

I remember looking over his shoulder as he brainstormed ring ideas online ;-)

10:56 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

What a beautiful post.

11:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Your writing just gets better and better.

What fun!


10:38 PM  
Blogger Christin said...

pk - How cool to think you've been a part of our journey from the beginning! You were there when we were dating and you were there on our wedding day. We're so blessed to count you as one of our friends!

Sarah - thank you. I'm very impressed with your blogsite myself. Now that I've discovered you, I'm going to read you all the time.

Dad - Now to convince the publishers! ;-)

9:26 PM  
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9:27 PM  
Anonymous Julia Brunet said...

I love this. There are so many around me who are getting upgrades on the rings there significant others gave to them and I remember when Josh's brother even asked his wife to marry him and her ring was bigger than mine. I remember thinking, wow, he really loves her to give her such a huge ring. It's funny how others can actually make you think that somehow, because your ring is not as big, you must not be loved as much. Josh's love for me is larger than my diamond. It's a symbol of the desire to get married to me and me alone. No one else will ever wear this ring the way I do:) Thank you for your reminder, Christin, of how much I'm in love with the one who gave me this ring.

5:49 PM  
Anonymous Lynnette Mason said...

You have such a way with words...thanks for your post, I loved reading it:)

6:42 AM  
Blogger Jess said...

Mark picked out my ring as well, and I love that fact. There's just something so appealing to me that I didn't have any say, and that I love the ring - that he found something that I might have picked out anyway. Thanks for the thoughts!

10:34 AM  

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