The Beginning of Mr Sailboat’s Saga
Mr. Sailboat was as equally determined as me to not get engaged until after graduation, but his reasonings were for the most part monetary. Thankfully the week before graduation he got a job as a mechanical engineer and began to relocate closer to his job. Thus began summer, me unemployed and slightly desperate, and him living and working hours away. After four years of rarely being more than half an hour away, it was upsetting to know that this was the way it was going to be until we got married (I wasn’t going to live with him because we are waiting for marriage). So on I waited. Unbeknownst to me, he was just as impatiently waiting and was saving up his money as fast as possible to purchase a ring. On June 17th, a day I assumed there was no possible way he could have earned the money already he came home (for a wedding we were going to that weekend) and asked me to go for a walk around the local reservoir. After walking, enjoying the sunset and each other’s company he began telling me about how much he loved me and how he couldn’t imagine life without me and would I please do him the honor of becoming his wife? I got teary eyed and said, “Now?” And then, “Yes!” and flung my arms around him before I even saw the ring. Then I looked down.
|Later that night, blurry pic but I still love it!|
It was more perfect than I ever could have imagined. It was an antique ring from the 1920s, with an old European cut diamond from the 1930s. Filigreed and lacy it was simply perfect! I had never found a ring as perfect as this in all of my searching. Follow along to see how he found it, and the interesting reactions we got from people.