thoughts on my engagement ring

it's funny how quickly you can get used to something totally new and life-changing. from my boyfriend becoming my fiancé to wearing a new ring on my finger.

my ring is a little big, but i still wear it as much as i can. i'm easily irritated by clothing and jewelry, so i wasn't sure how i would adjust to an item i'm supposed to wear 24/7. but even a half-size too big, the joy i get from wearing it vastly outweighs any irritation (and thus far i actually haven't been irritated by it at all). 

picking a ring stressed me out, and i wasn't even the one doing the bulk of the selection. this was a good thing. i'm the type of person who loved to borrow others' clothes when i visited, so that the resulting outfit was out of my hands and the responsibility of another; choices can be so overwhelming sometimes. 

a few times i thought i had a shape or style of ring that i felt a genuine preference for, only to discover a few weeks later i actually didn't like it at all anymore. i was horrified that i might express a preference to my boyfriend, he'd pick a ring based on said preference, and then i'd end up hating it. 

but that didn't happen at all! we converged on a few qualities that would be preferable (simple, classic, sparkly), and i let him do the rest. 

caring about an engagement ring sometimes comes off as superficial. or maybe it's specifically that caring too much about it is superficial. i would have said yes if he proposed with a piece of string! but i'm also very happy he chose such a beautiful ring instead. i didn't think it was possible for him to pick one that feels so right when i myself didn't even know what that would look like. 

wearing something so beautiful is also just a constant source of delight and awe. it sparkles differently in every situation. i see new colors, new facets, new depths every time i gaze at it. and wearing it makes me feel so pretty myself! though my fiancé made sure to remark that i should feel pretty without it too; and i do. 

the first time i washed my hands after the proposal, i looked down at my hands with confusion. was i supposed to take it off? was i supposed to leave it on? was there some sort of newly engaged handbook somewhere i could consult? i'm actually still not totally sure. 

photo by glawk_40