Otherwise Engaged

So I'm engaged. I love it! It feels like falling in love with Bob all over again, with the bonus of knowing what I'm getting into. Falling in love has its pitfalls and is often tinged with a bit of trepidation, but engagement...well, it just ROCKS! I know Bob and I will have a happy married life because let's face it, we're practically married already.

I know Bob's the one for me for many reasons (he and I make each other happy, we laugh together, we get along with each other's friends and families, we make up stupid words and share inane inside jokes to our infinite amusement...etc etc etc) but what sealed the deal for me was the ring. No, not just because it's sparkly and shiny and pretty, not just because of the commitment it insinuates, but because it's PERFECT for me...and I had absolutely nothing to do with choosing it. He knows me so well that he was able to choose a ring for me that suits me flawlessly.

I've always had a bit of fear about engagement rings...what if he picks something totally gaudy? What if it's tiny and chintzy? What if I hate it...how do I tell him I hate the ring he bought to ask me to marry him? But on the flip side, I've always wanted a surprise proposal, and if I knew he was looking at rings, it wouldn't be a true surprise! The ring he chose for me shows me that he listens to me and he truly knows me. He knows I'm not really into jewellery so something big and flashy wouldn't suit me. He knows that I prefer white gold over yellow. He knows that while I don't like big and flashy, I do like unique.

So here it is, my beautiful ring. To me, it symbolizes all of my dreams coming true: love, marriage, family, and a life lived with a true companion.