After my husband and I had dated for a year, we went shopping for an engagement ring. He actually had asked me to marry him only two weeks after we began dating, but we decided to wait to announce our engagement. We found a ring which I loved. It had a silver band with a round diamond in the center and one diamond chip on either side of the center diamond. I think the center diamond was a little under a third of a carat. Of course, to me, it was huge, and it was beautiful, and I loved it. The only problem with it was it did not have a gold band. The salesperson at the jewelry store assured us it could be ordered in gold. This was the perfect solution. I would have to wait a few weeks, but it would be worth the wait. Still, no one knew our secret yet.
In the meantime, I became ill with a very bad sore throat. I saw my doctor, who referred me to an ENT specialist. He diagnosed me with a very serious case of tonsillitis. He said I would have to have my tonsils removed. So it happened. The time I spent in the hospital recovering was during the time frame for my diamond ring to come in to the jewelry store. I remember telling Michael that if it came in while I was in the hospital, he could pick it up and then slip it on my finger while I was sleeping, and when I woke up, there it would be -- surprise! As it happened, I did not wake up to find a ring on my left ring finger.
I was released from the hospital with an excruciatingly sore throat. It is true what is said -- adults who have their tonsils removed suffer far more than children do. I was out from work for two weeks. It was the worst pain I had ever felt up until that point in my life. Still the ring did not come in.
After another two weeks had gone by, we still had not heard anything from the jewelry store, so I called to see what the problem was. After talking to three different people, I discovered that we had been misinformed. The ring which we wanted was not
available in gold -- only silver. I was furious, to say the least. I could hardly believe we had wasted six weeks for a ring that did not exist. I was at home at this time and when I hung up, I must have looked so disappointed that my mother said, "What's wrong? You don't look happy." I quickly got rid of the look of disappointment on my face and answered, "Oh, nothing -- my throat is just still a little sore, that's all." Of course, it would never do to tell my mother what was really going on. That would spoil our surprise.
The same evening I told Michael about the ring.
"Michael," I said, "I can't believe we wasted all this time waiting for a ring that I was never going to have! The salesperson at the jewelry shop should have made sure the ring came in gold. It's inexcusable, if you ask me."
"I know you're disappointed, honey. I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?" Michael was always so kind and understanding. He was a very unselfish person. He always made sure that I was happy, no matter what the cost.
"I have an idea," I told him. "I think we should go to another jewelry shop and buy a ring that I can walk out of the store with. I don't want to deal with having to wait for the ring to come in again. What do you think?"
"Okay, if that's what you want. But we'll have to wait until next Monday, because I have to work the rest of the week. Will that be okay for you?
"Mhmm," I nodded. "The sooner the better."
So it was settled. Five more days and then we would be officially engaged. I could hardly wait to tell my mother and my family. It was all so exciting. Soon we could start planning our wedding! I counted the days until I would officially be engaged to Michael.
On Sunday evening, Michael and I were coming home from eating at a restaurant. He pulled the car into the parking lot, and as he was putting the gear shift into park, he said to me, "Say honey -- will you reach back and get me my jacket from the back seat?"
I twisted around and grabbed his jacket from the back seat.
'Here you go," I said as I handed him the jacket.
"Actually, could you reach in the front pocket -- I think I left my comb in there -- and I want to comb my hair before we see your Mom."
I thought this was a little strange. Michael had never before worried about the way his hair looked, especially not so as to please my mother. Oh well, whatever!
I put my hand into the pocket to search for the comb and could not find anything. There was a pocket on the other side, so I put my hand into that pocket and there was no comb, but there was a small velvet box. I pulled out the box with my mouth agape. I could feel my hand tremble as I gave him the box.
"Honey," he began. "I know you wanted to go the jewelry shop and walk out with a ring on your finger, but I thought this might be a little bit more romantic."
He opened the box. Nestled inside the black velvet was a round diamond set into a gold band. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.
"Cindy, will you marry me?"
I began to cry. I was so surprised and so happy; words could hardly describe what I felt in that moment. I nodded my head and said, "Yes, of course I'll marry you." We put our arms around each other in an embrace and then he said, "Now let's see how this ring looks on your finger."
Of course, it was a perfect fit!