I’ve known for a while…. don’t be mad because I couldn’t tell you.
A few weeks ago, ND and I enjoyed a performance of Billy Elliot and a dinner at the most delicious French Creperie. When I got home, I promptly put on my pjs and was greeted by a very nervous ND, who had opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen. He knelt down, looked me in the eye and said, “I’ve been thinking for a while about where to do this, and I can’t think of anywhere better than here, in this kitchen, where we started our life together.” Then, he continued with abunchofnicestuffI’llneverremember. No seriously, I remember very little because it was super overwhelming. But I know this: he really meant it. And he talked about D. And that was it. We were engaged.
We designed this ring together, in a series of intense negotiations. It started with my low-ball offer of “band only” and ND countered with a ridiculous diamond ring set. After more back and forth, ND made a very emotional plea for a stone, so I said, “Fine. But no diamonds.” And thus we embarked on a venture to find a jeweler who could make this creation that was his and hers, off-beat and traditional. We found James, who looked like a biker, smoked like a hippie, but made jewelry like royalty. ‘Nuff said. He had recently cut the center stone, a Kunzite, himself and was excited to find a happy couple to adopt it. It took one google search to know it was meant for us: Kunzites are said to create balance in loving relationships– to allow the wearer to be more open and trusting to unconditional love. Kunzites are the stone of the betrayed, I think.
But the Kunzite was too pretty for me. Too delicate. C’mon, it was freaking pink. So I wanted to balance it with a stronger color, and a stronger energy. After all, it’s not all whipped cream and glitter rain, remember? So in came the side stones, the Garnets. Which happen to be D’s birthstone. The Garnet is associated with a list of virtues I’d like to remember: passion, true friendship, fidelity, success, self-esteem, loyalty, devotion, sensuality, energy, faith, consistency, and truth.
I’m not a mystic or a shaman or anything supercool like that, but I am an English teacher, people. And I believe in symbolism. So the decision made itself, really. Which is great because I’m terrible at decisions and this was something that was going to be nearly impossible to spreadsheet.
James set to work crafting something that would reflect and represent all of us, and now I’m wearing a piece of artwork on my finger. And to be honest, I’m a little uncomfortable. I don’t wear flashy, showstopping jewelry. As part of the original negotiations, ND and I agreed that I have the liberty to wear my plain gold band (from my grandmother, a single mom of 6) whenever I like, no questions asked. In fact, there was a moment where I almost told James thanksbutnothanks and walked out. But my sister’s words from last December echoed in my head: “You finally found a guy who treats you like a princess… why are you questioning this??”
So I said yes to the ring, knowing I had said yes to the man long ago.