My left hand is shiny and he's happy that he doesn't have to worry about my father taking him for a "drive" in the "woods" a la Tony Soprano.
I've gotten the ring and some new insight. I've come to the conclusion that it really isn't all about the bling.
It is truly about something far more amazing than just a perfect, princess cut stone cresting ten smaller princess cut stones set in a white gold band. It is far more intense than the shimmering, sparkling beacon of our hope faith and love. It is nearly indescribable, as it is an experience like none other I've ever had in my life.
And, I now know, that it is all about the registering for wedding gifts.
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- Roxy
- Stupidly self-centered for over 3 decades!
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