Because I like to share snippets of my life from time to time, you're probably aware of a certain guy named Ryan (often called Rye) who lives with me, loves me, shares my adventures, and occasionally even takes my picture and makes me pizza. Sometimes he dashes up mud-covered mountains with an eyeliner mustache drawn on his upper lip. He's pretty awesome.
Well . . . recently, he asked me if I wouldn't mind sticking around for the rest of my life, and I said that nothing would make me happier than to wake up next to his sweet face every day for the rest of my days.
There was no kneeling and no presenting of a ring. My man knows me well enough to know that the most expensive piece of jewelry I would own, the one I would wear every day, would need to be my choice.
Not only did I get to choose it. I got to design it. When we walked into Richter and Phillips, a long-established Cincinnati jeweler (that made my mom's ring as well), I knew exactly what I wanted, and they did an amazing job making it for me.
I didn't want anything too big or gaudy looking. I didn't want anything that would make wearing gloves difficult. I wanted color, but I wanted the focus to be a diamond. I wanted it to be simple but strikingly unique. It also needed to be timeless since I'll be wearing it into the days of robots that fetch Dr. Pepper for you from the fridge. (I wonder if I'll have an ice maker by then.)
I feel like I got everything I wanted with this ring, which is a relief because, though I never questioned my commitment to Ryan, I did have a few panicky moments regarding the ring. I mean, I don't have any tattoos partly because I'm afraid of committing to one aesthetic choice forever, so this choice was a big one, and I wanted to get it right.
I feel like I did. Get it right, I mean. With the ring and the man. I feel really lucky right now.