MY RING STORY

Every now and again I catch myself looking down at my finger in awe.  I say “in awe” because I cannot believe how lucky I am to wear the same diamonds on my finger that my father proposed to my mother with pictured below. (I took the shot of my mother's engagement ring and wedding band a year or two ago.)

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I was extremely young when my dad passed and unfortunately, I have lived more than half my life without him.  Although our time together was short (10 years to be exact), I know he loved my mom more than anything.  I remember seeing them together and knowing that their relationship would be the kind I want some day. (I never thought I would be the one so attached to skiing and T would be the one with a torn ligament on the slopes.  My parents had it the other way around 😉).

I honestly don’t know how the conversation happened but at some point, my sister and I decided who would get what of my mom’s jewelry one day.  When it came time to talk about things from my dad, Jacqui had her eyes set on a specific diamond necklace so I went with the rings.  Little did I know how much it would mean to me later on.   After T asked my mom for permission, she gave him the rings in a favorite little town of ours, Sea Isle.  Don’t ask how I missed the hand off but somehow, I didn’t take notice.

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Our conversations soon became much more serious about marriage and you bet I made sure T had an idea in mind of what I wanted for an engagement ring.  He had the ring reset and held on to it for the perfect moment to ask.  I was getting a little suspicious and annoying, I assume, so T had to catch me by surprise (like really catch me) so I wouldn’t ruin it for myself.

He did a pretty darn good job, if I do say so myself. *all the heart eyes*

photographs by elizabeth friske