When I noticed one of the prongs on my diamond ring had
bent, I put it away. Maybe the time had come. Maybe the conversation I had
planned to have with my son Geoffrey was near.
I got
engaged without a diamond ring. (The sounds you just heard were my daughters wailing
and moaning and gasping for breath.) Right out of college, Michael and I began
planning for our wedding and decided to put our money on appliances, furniture,
and car payments. In retrospect, I would have gone the traditional engagement
ring route. Thirty one years has made me older, hopefully wiser, but apparently
less practical.
Following
the birth of my second child, Geoffrey, Michael surprised me with a diamond
ring. Sometime, over the course of the years, when I realized my family was
complete and Geoffrey was to be my only son, I knew, just knew, he would be
offered the diamond when he selected his wife. (Don’t worry, that’s still my
daughters wailing and moaning and gasping for breath.)
Not long
after I had put the ring away, one or more of Geoffrey’s sisters asked him if
he was going to marry Ashley Schwertz, the young lady he had been dating. (We’re
not sure how long they’ve dated. He was initially very worried about her
meeting us and hid us from her for a while. Imagine that!) As their
conversation continued, I knew it was time to offer the diamond.
Geoffrey
selected the setting for the ring, received permission from Ashley’s father,
and planned the proposal. We all breathed a little easier when this sweet
elementary schoolteacher from Cut Off said, “Yes!”
The
whirlwind of wedding preparations has begun. My daughters almost gently advised
me to stay out of it, “It’s not your party this time. Ashley’s family has their
own plans and ideas and they don’t need your help.” Like that was going to stop
me.
Seriously, I’ve been very good and
only offer advice when questioned. And even more seriously, Ashley already has
everything organized and is making much progress for the November 23rd
wedding. She even surprised me by asking
me to join her and her Mom when they shop for her wedding dress.
But wait! This may be unnecessary. I’ll just let
her wear my wedding dress! (The sounds you now hear are Ashley wailing and
moaning and gasping for air.)
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