This year, he finally took me to a jeweler he trusted to repair my wedding ring.
For my engagement ring, a 3/4 Marquise Diamond Solitaire, Hubz wanted to get me an Enhancer to wrap around it. I insisted it was too much for me, with all the extra diamonds and baguettes, I didn't need anything so fancy. I wanted something simple, yet elegant. But he wasn't having it.
Three years ago, after a cleaning, one of the diamonds from the enhancer went missing. And for three years, I've been asking him to replace it.
I never expected him to custom design a new ring for me.
We talked about upgrading my ring, sure. Discussed sentimental value, affordability, timing... I thought it'd be around five years from now. At least, that's the impression I had when we went to the jeweler's, with us looking at different rings, comparing what we liked and didn't like.
So when he surprised me with a brand new, full carat Radiant Cut Diamond Solitaire with a matching Euro Shank Platinum Band... I almost fell over - but not before I hit him in the chest.
"Shut. Up. No friggin' way."
My husband, the arrogant sonofabitch, just gave me a shy smile (I wish I had a picture of it coz those are one in a million), and told me that each ring had a secret diamond in the corner of the shank - pulled from the original wedding band.
My breath caught.
And then he counted out the diamonds on the wedding band... one for each year we've been married - our first decade.
What a little shit. ;)
To my Scrapbook Saturday friends, I hope you'll forgive me for not being able to post... Hubz kinda kidnapped me yesterday afternoon and we've been celebrating since. We actually just got home! The only problem is... I've found that I'm having a hard time getting anything done, coz I find myself just staring at my left hand...
Other times, Hubz will catch me staring at him, and he'll ask, "What is it?"
And all I do is shake my head and say, "I STILL can't believe you did that."
(Photo from appraisal)
