We were sitting around wondering why our cat meows so much when I impulsively was looking at engagement rings online and the next thing you know money was exchanged and now we're just waiting for it to be sized! Wow!
I was all giddy about it and excited about what we chose. "I'm such a dork!"
"Yes, but I like dorks and you're my dork!"
We first decided we wanted to get married when we were 22, but I wasn't sure. I've always been kind of a free spirit (read: chicken) and even though I knew I loved him I wasn't sure if I was ready to make that kind of commitment.
Every once in a while, though, I get a bug in me where I want to get the party started. For example, back in 2007 Greg wanted me to pick out a ring but I wasn't sure I wanted a piece of fancy jewelry I could lose. So I picked out a cheapo cocktail ring from Torrid and wore that for a couple of weeks until I misplaced it somewhere.
Then Greg got laid off and I got evicted and we had to move to these icky ghetto apartments for a couple of years while I paid off my credit cards and figured out what I wanted to do with my life. It was really hard at first. We fought all the time and were so unhappy with all the crime in the neighborhood and various bugs and vermin invading our space. So neither of us really wanted to get married then except for maybe health insurance.
Finally I went back to school and Greg got a job and we moved to a nice neighborhood near my job in Annapolis. We adopted our kitten, Annie, and I just feel really content here. I'm turning thirty next week and I feel like I'm off to an excellent start.
Maybe I'm not ready to get married yet, but something just feels right about picking out a ring after all these years. :-)
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