Bling

The day after we got engaged, I called my mom and told her the news. After the excitement, she asked me if my Aunt S had talked to B or me. I said no and asked why. As you remember, B didn't give me a ring. He said he was waiting till he could afford a ring, but he figured I didn't want to wait any longer, so he asked.

It turns out the previous year, my Aunt had asked my mom if she thought B would be upset if she offered my Grandma's ring to him to ask me to marry him. My mom thought it was a good idea, but alas, she never talked to him. In the months following our engagement, whenever I needed to go to my Aunt and Uncles house, I was hoping she would be there. But she never was. Then I was hoping that when B and I went with Rolf to take our engagement pictures, she would offer it so we could have it in the photos.

Up until this point, my mom was the only one to mention anything about the ring to her. So when we were getting in the car to drive around for E-pics, and my Aunt pulled me aside and told me she wanted to give me my Grandmother's ring, but she didn't want it as our wedding rings. She felt it was more appropriate for it to symbolize the relationship I had with my Grandmother. She was thinking she'd give it to me once I finished my PhD since my Grandmother had gotten her Masters in Geology. So I would wait.

I had never seen the ring and I don't remember my Grandma wearing it, so my interest was piqued. I would think about this ring ALL the time. It was killing me! A few months after my Aunt talked to me, I was at her house helping her set up for a party. She cut her finger and I banished her from using a knife for the rest of the day. So she sat and we talked while I chopped fruit. She then said she had been thinking about the ring and she had thought that maybe she should give it to her youngest son for when he wanted to get engaged. She asked if this would upset me.

Let me go on the record and tell you, I am an honest person and I have a lot of trouble telling lies. So I usually speak my mind. I told her, to be honest, yes, but that the ring was hers and for her to do with how she felt best. She laughed a bit and said what the hey, she should give it to me right then. She went to retrieve the ring and when she brought it up, I had no idea what to expect.

She gave it to me and I tried putting it on my right hand. My Aunt told me it goes on the left hand. This confused me since she said it wasn't my wedding rings. So I put it on my left ring finger. It was the only finger it fit on. It. Is. Beautiful.

It had the engagement ring inside of the wedding band. The wedding band is a tiara setting on both sides. The engagement ring is a round diamond with 1 smaller diamond on 4 sides. It was huge! But luckily I have huge hands.

My Grandmother's father was a jeweler and had made the engagement ring for her. My Grandfather had the wedding band made to fit the E-ring. I love this piece of jewelry and still wear it on my left hand since I don't have my own engagement ring. People assume I am married, but then I have a great story to tell them.

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