I knew my hubby, as a friend, for a year before he asked me out, and before he asked me, he had asked permission to ask me from my grandmother (who raised me.) She loved him for that and never forgot it. We went on our date, and less than 2 weeks later he asked me to marry him. He came to our house after he finished work one evening, on his way home, and asked if we could go into town on saturday to chose my ring. Well my hubby was almost finished his (7 years including 2 years at college)apprenticeship with a large jewellery company, he trained as a watchmaker. On the saturday, we went into town and he said he’d picked a ring and hoped that I’d like it. We went to the jewellers and he showed me a ring which was just about the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but was so bloody expensive. He told me it was fine because he’d saved up about a third and would use that as deposit, and had arranged to pay up the rest in instalments each week from his wage. I just looked at him and can’t begin to tell you how much I loved him for it. The thought he’d put into chosing it, the arrangements he’d made to pay the rest, and that I meant enough to him to do it all. I then told him it just wasn’t me. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to have owned something that beautiful, but there was just NO way I’d have allowed him to get into debt for me. So I told him a wee fib. I said it was lovely, but it just wasn’t me, and he said, well pick anything I liked, it might take him longer to pay off but that it was fine.
Long story short, I dragged him round just about every jewellers in town, saying I’d know THE ring when i found it and he was, god love him, just happy to follow me. I was looking for a ring that was cheap enough to be affordable, but not so cheap as to be insulting to him. I saw the ring I still have to this day, (in Beaverbrooks, anyone in the UK remember them? <smiles> although its in my jewellery box upstairs now, he bought me another ring on our 9th aniversary). My engagement ring cost less than £30 (although this was nearly 27 years ago, so don’t know what that equates to now, maybe £100 or £150) and is a gold band with a single garnet set into it. Hubby was really disappointed, tried to talk me into “something better” as he put it. I stuck my wee foot down though and said I loved it and after spending about 3 hours treking round shops, he gave in. I told him years later, and he said he’d pretty much worked it out on his own, although it took him a while :-)
I genuinely believe that the ring shouldn’t be important at all. What is important is that you are sure you want to be with this person for the rest of your life. We celebrate our 25th aniversary soon and I’m still sure. Don’t go telling him, but he still lights up a room just by walking into it :-)