The Ring

December 2, 2009

We picked up the ring from the airport. When I saw it on my daughter’s finger, I think I said, “Well, don’t lose it.” My wife and other daughter made happy, delighted noises, and they all talked at once about its magnificence. I was driving at the time and couldn’t see the ring very well, so I asked, “How much did it cost?” which was my way of asking her to describe the ring to me in detail.

I was shocked. That ring cost a lot of money. I never spent that much on a ring before, to which my wife said, “I know.”

I told my daughter that I didn’t get Mom an engagement ring, to which my wife said, “I know.”

The truth is, I didn’t even consider buying a ring for my wife, to which she said, “I know.”

The conversation moved from the ring to the actual proposal. My daughter was completely surprised when M popped the question. They had planned for months to spend Thanksgiving with M’s brother in Florida, and my daughter didn’t even once consider that he might give her a ring there. “Too obvious,” she told us.  My daughter had been in Florida for only a few hours when M invited her to take a walk on the beach.  “I want to give you something,” he said. She knew he had an iPod for her but couldn’t understand why he would give it to her on the beach and risk her dropping it, however, she didn’t argue. They walked in the sand and talked. “I have to pee,” my daughter said. They walked some more. “Oops, I farted,” she said.  When M had recaptured the mood, he dropped to one knee and said, “Will you marry me?”  My daughter was dumbstruck.

 “Are you serious?” she said.

“Yes I’m serious,” he said. “And you’re supposed to say, yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

My wife’s smile couldn’t have been any bigger. “How does it feel?” she said, “because I’ve never experienced it.” And it’s true. No engagement ring. And no formal proposal. My wife and I had been dating for what seemed like a long time, maybe three or four months, and somewhere on the drive to her parents’ house for Thanksgiving, between Bountiful, Utah and Malad, Idaho, during a somewhat dry conversation, we agreed that if we didn’t break up, our relationship would likely result in marriage. And we did get married, more than 26 years ago.

Who needs the beach!

One Response to “The Ring”

  1. Devri Daybell said

    Steve! I seriously love your posts. I check your blog every day. You are my favorite person!

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