When we got engaged, your father gave me the most beautiful engagement ring. I found out later that he'd spent time researching diamonds, diamond cuts, settings, traditions, and the meanings of different metals, settings, cuts et cetera later on and that just made me love the ring more. The only problem was that when he handed me the box, there was another ring there- a wedding ring that matched the engagement ring.
It was gorgeous. Also in platinum, it had channel set diamonds and looked beautiful on my hand. But silly me, I had always had the idea that my wedding band would look like a smaller version of my husband's. My mom and dad both wore plain gold rings and I liked that. Because I wore silver all the time and it was the most "elegant" ( I love, love, love that your father thought I was elegant- he's gotten over that) he picked platinum for our rings. But unless Todd wanted diamonds in his wedding ring, this flashy little ring wasn't going to work.
So I suggested that he keep it for our tenth anniversary. After he looked at me funny, I remember telling him that since I was sure we'd be married for much longer than ten years, it was good of him to think ahead. Show his commitment. Not only did he think of the engagement and the wedding, he was already thinking about the ten year anniversary. I was a lucky girl.
The ring has been living in my jewelry pile (I should have a jewelry box by the time Jordan is twenty- if I don't, it's a good thought for Christmas girls. Hint, hint. ) for the last eleven years. In the morning, your dad is going to go get it, give me a kiss, tell me "Happy Anniversary!" and give me that ring. I am going to be so surprised.
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