I know, I know: on Christmas you were seated by the fire, snuggled up to loved ones with mugs of peppermint hot chocolate, and the whole moment would have been just perfect, but . . . as desperately as you tried to soak up the holiday, it was impossible. Why? You were preoccupied, friends. You were preoccupied because you hadn’t seen a real, close-up photo of my engagement ring.
Well, worry no more. Here it is. Sparkly and lovely and a little too big for my finger, but don’t worry — I’ll be getting it resized. Just as soon as I’m back from visiting Spencer’s family in New York, where I will be flashing this baby around in more than a foot of snow at New Year’s.
Erm, I’m kidding, of course . . . not about flashing the ring (totally doing that), but about everyone wanting to see it. Trust me: I’ve been on the other side of engagement announcements approximately 1,876 times, and it’s not always pretty. While my life has changed post-proposal, the world itself continues to turn. Others go about their business, oblivious to the fact that we are betrothed. And in an effort to not be That Person on Facebook and elsewhere, I have tried to limit all wedding-related commentary (for a while) and not annoy everyone within a 50-foot radius.
Unless you’re one of my two officemates. Or my sister. Or my parents. Or my actual groom-to-be.
Then you’re screwed.
I always thought I’d want a round-cut diamond — but I fell in love with this ring when we “casually” went to check out jewelry in October. It was actually the first one I tried on that day and, after wandering around the mall for a few hours checking out diamonds elsewhere, we went back so I could try it on once more. And after trying on a dozen others, I loved it even more.
No firm plans have been made just yet, but I’m definitely researching, planning and crunching numbers. We’re looking at the fall of 2013 — my favorite season. We see reds and leaves and apple cider. Or I do, anyway, because I’m trying not to slam Spence with too many conflicting thoughts until I have a clear idea of what I’m envisioning — and what we can afford. And I figured we’d wait until after January 1 to start the nitty-gritty discussions, anyway. Seems like a good “It’s a new year!” type of talk.
Though if you took a peek at my color-coded spreadsheets right now, you’d think, “Yeah, she’s definitely doing a great job of waiting until the new year.” And you’d be right, of course, because I’m not good at waiting — and am incredibly organized. Files and sticky notes make me happy. Though I have no real clue what I’m doing and can’t see anything but $$$$$$$ signs everywhere I look, this phase — the planning phase, the dreaming phase — has been very exciting.
As is the idea of spending my days with this guy.
P.S. Thank you all for your concern over my recent health scare. Ironically, after I started my round of doctor’s appointments and tests, the pain I’d been feeling mysteriously disappeared. I’ve felt well the last few weeks and, after some tests, what the doctor thought was going on turned out not to be a problem at all (thank goodness). Fingers crossed that I continue to feel A-OK. Thank you again!