I've never been the materialistic type. When Joshua and I got "engaged" (I was 19, he was 21) he couldn't afford to put a REAL diamond in the center of my gorgeous engagement ring. We also couldn't afford to buy a "real" wedding band for either of us.
On our wedding (elopement) day, we went to a Christian book store and got my wedding band. A silver, simple band, with the fish symbol all around it. Before that- we were at an antique shop, and found his wedding band for $15 (sterling silver). We were getting married because we loved each other, and were ready to commit to one another. Not for a piece of metal or mineral. We, both of us, were fine with it.
After being married (not quite) a year- he bought me a "real" wedding band. I was more nervous than excited. We didn't have money for that. But? It's what he wanted to do. Something inside him couldn't stand for me to NOT have a real wedding band. (It was a simple white-gold with diamonds around it.)
Through out the years, he has gifted me with some beautiful, meaningful jewelry. A pearl necklace with matching earrings. An 'amber' stone, and 'amber' earrings. (I had mentioned that I always wanted to own a 'real' piece of amber. He obliged.) And one of my very favorites- a sapphire and diamond ring. He buys COOL jewelry.
Here and there he'd mention that he would like to buy me a 'real' diamond for my engagement ring. I would always casually respond "Why? I love my ring!"
Several months ago- he couldn't take it anymore. He went to a jeweler and picked out a ROCK. Put a down payment on it, and insisted it was going to be mine. He took me to have a look at my soon-to-be stone, asking me to admire it along side him under that little looking glass thing, and asking me if I thought it was "cool". "Ya. It's really pretty."
I have to be honest here- I did NOT want that diamond. I didn't understand the point in it.
I forgot about it...... Until Mother's Day. And on Mother's Day, I came downstairs (after getting to sleep in) to find a hand-made card, and a little wrapped package on our table. Joshua had made the card from a Nashville Arts magazine we picked up during our 10 year anniversary trip to TN.
Inside the box- I found my engagement ring (long story- I hadn't been wearing my ring- it was in my jewelry box). It looked a little (a LOT) different. He snuck away and put a Big. Huge. ROCK in my ring. I say huge- it's a little more than 1/2 a carat- but to me- THAT's a big rock.
He was more excited than I was to have that ring. I put it on my finger and admired it, and he took it off my finger, "Let's go outside. And look at it IN THE SUN!"
I wasn't as excited as he thought I should be, and I felt kinda crummy about it. I'm too practical, and thought that it was too much for me to have. Finally- after a bit of a discussion- he said "I wanted you to have it- so you'd know that you're valuable." Cha-CHING!!!!!!! That did it. I fell in love with that rock. Because it came attached to a beautiful sentiment. He wanted me to know that I was valuable.
And THAT was valuable to me.
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