The Story of My Ring

Well, el cheapo is on my hand right now (it isn’t that one, but wouldn’t that be cute?), and the real one sits in a lovely safe deposit box, safe from all ring thieves.

Take that, formerly fat fingers.

I’ve had a lot of people ask me what the big deal is about my ring, just go without (and judge me if you want, but I worry that other people will wonder why I don’t have a ring on — worry something is wrong, worry I’m not married in my heart… maybe they didn’t read that last blog post….).

Well, besides the fact that I feel udderly naked when my ring isn’t on I truly adore my ring, and here’s why.

Drew and I were two struggling college students.  The nursing program doesn’t recommend you work at all, but I was trying to pull 15 hours/week so I could at least pay rent.  Drew was starting up teaching trombone and frankly… we weren’t rich.  We weren’t anywhere NEAR rich.

But somehow in my heart I really felt that if we couldn’t afford some sort of a ring with, in fact, a real diamond in it — we couldn’t do this marriage.  It just wasn’t meant to be.

And for quite a while it just didn’t look like it was meant to be.  Or, it wouldn’t happen for quite some time.
And then one day Drew hears about a mysterious bond fund his grandparents had started for him years, and YEARS ago that everyone had forgotten about.  What on earth, what a surprise.

So, we started to dabble in some ring shopping, and I found one I adored and as we walked into his back office (my dad had one of the presidents of Sierra West as a bishop in his stake) he did some calculating and said if we wanted this ring, with a lovely diamond…”with tax (punching numbers) that… wow, that’s weird… well, it’s 777.77″ — really.  Our ring came to $777.77

And we had that amount, and even a few dollars to spare.

Drew secretly bought it behind my back…

But when I look at that ring I remember it’s good to have expectations, to plan on them being met, and to know that God will make things fall into place, and it will be just right.

And it is, but now it is going to be just right in our safety deposit box, until our 15th wedding anniversary when I have vowed i will have it re-sized.  That’s still a good year and a half away so I’ll have time to figure out where my weight is going to settle at.

Until then, I have a glamorous 7 dollar ring on that finger (anyone else here finding it funny that this ring is also a 7?).   Drew even found it.  I was gettin desperate in a sea of size 8 rings when he found this one.  It’s perfect for now.

Just like us. 🙂 {vomit}