January 20th is a very special day for me. It's the date I boarded a plane to Canada, unaware that my future fiancé was sitting not too far away. In only a matter of hours we would speak for the very first time, smiling and joking with each other. Little did I know that one day, this guy I randomly spoke to would ask me to marry him.
You all know Our Anniversary Story, so I figured it would be good to write about something else... my ring.I decided to ask Jim to put together a little piece on why he chose this ring. I thought it would be interesting to read about it from his point of view. You never really see how intricate the process of engagement ring shopping can be until you start to focus on the possibility of one sitting on your hand forever. I have to applaud the men and women who brave the task of buying an engagement ring for their significant other. It can't be an easy task, especially if you're planing on surprising your partner.
Jim being Jim, he happily obliged and wrote a little piece for you guys:
From pretty early on, I’d known that Aoife and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together, so the ring had to reflect what I thought we’d end up spending our lives doing: adventure-y, travel-y, experience-y stuff. My research (and I did a fair amount!) led me to look at suitable metals for the ring.
I knew that I’d want to get something durable and difficult to tarnish or scratch. After all, adventures can get rough sometimes and I didn’t want her to have to ever take the ring off. That ruled out gold and silver, leaving two realistic options of platinum, or palladium. I liked that palladium took scratches well; in fact, I found out that the scratches it takes can improve the look of the ring! It therefore seemed the obvious choice and was one box ticked in ‘Jim’s big ring hunt’.
The diamond was next on the list. I knew that Aoife loved simple, elegant jewellery (something I also liked), so I started looking at simpler cuts of diamond, settling on ‘round brilliant’. I still wanted something of higher clarity, but size was not something that had ever mattered; we could have used a Haribo ring and been happy (temptation to consume it notwithstanding).
Although I had found the perfect ring, there was only one thing I had left to do: ask Aoife’s mum’s permission. I think she knew it was coming and wasn’t about to say ‘no’, but it was still a huge relief when she agreed to the hard task of being my future mother-in-law. With that settled, I raced back to the jeweller’s and bought the ring. For the following 3 months (!) I hid it under my winter clothing… and hoped that Aoife wouldn’t have any reason to borrow that particular scarf in June!