I'm admiring my engagement ring. Ben designed the setting and the six diamonds came from a ring that belonged to my dad's mom. I love how tall it stands on my finger, the intricate detailing on the sides and how the diamonds are clustered like a flower and look a little like a shiny crown from the side. It's just the right mix of old and new and I like knowing that Ben had me in mind when he imagined it.
This is actually my second engagement ring. My official engagement ring that will also become my wedding ring after we get married. But, for the first four months that we were engaged, I had a different ring.
I still remember how it shone in the light of the flashlight that Ben was shining into the chocolate box when he proposed. I remember how shocked I felt upon seeing how large the stone was, knowing that Ben and I had intentionally planned to reuse jewelry that I already had in order to keep the cost down. I was thinking, "It's SO huge and beautiful!" at the same time that I was thinking, "How on earth did he pay for that? That's not what we talked about!" I felt so much better once he told me that it was not actually a diamond. I would laugh to myself when people admired it and then said something to the effect of, "Didn't you say that you are marrying a farmer?"
I actually still enjoy wearing this ring sometimes, on the ring finger of my right hand.Ben did a great job choosing a ring for me, twice.