with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
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Back when I was a single lass in the metropolis of Vancouver, two of my closest friends were a couple with whom I had gone to college with. They dated for a few years and it got to the point where it was commonplace for our larger group of friends to harass tease the boyfriend and ask him when he was going to propose already. His girlfriend fully supported said harassing.
And then, one day when we all least expected it, they announced that they were, in fact, engaged. I was so excited for them that I screamed. Loudly. We’d all been waiting for it to happen and it finally did.
My girlfriend told me the story of their engagement - how they had picked out the ring together and then he had gone on his own to purchase it. He wanted to surprise her with the actual proposal but when they would talk on the phone he would tease her my tapping the ring against the receiver so she could hear the clanging sound.
I smiled and laughed outwardly and thought to myself, “SERIOUSLY? How is it romantic to actually pick out your ring? And know the proposal is coming. Pshaw! My story will be totally different.”
Famous last words, folks.
Matthew and I talked about getting married (A mere few weeks after we started dating) and I drove up to join him and his family the day after Christmas (To the same small town that we now live in). We told his parents of our plans to wed and they, having gotten engaged six weeks after they started dating, gave us two thumbs up. His Dad also pointed out that if we wanted to get married in May as we had decided, we had better hurry up and get officially engaged already - there was a lot of planning to do.
So, we headed off to the next big city and started ring shopping. I knew that I wanted a solitaire but do you have any idea how many UGLY solitaires there are? Never mind the fact that jewelers would show me settings with clusters. PEOPLE. Solitaire means ONE stone. And then so many of the stones had visible flaws or were meh or just not me.
We went into a small jewelry store in a strip mall and we found THE RING. It looks almost identical to that lovely iStock photo up here, except that it’s a gold band. He purchased it, put it in his jacket pocket, and we returned to his parents’ house.
I knew that a proposal was imminent but did not know exactly when it would happen. We went out for a nice dinner at the local ski hill with his parents that included a ride in a horse-drawn carriage (That ended up being in the parking lot instead of a trail, on a wagon with wheels, because there was NO SNOW). We dropped his parents off their house and then went for a drive. We had “car trouble” down by the lake and while we “waited for his Dad to come and rescue us” we walked out on the dock.
We kissed, he hugged me and I THOUGHT HIS HEART WAS GOING TO LEAP OUT OF HIS CHEST. He got down on one knee and asked me if I would be his wife.
Even thought we had picked out the ring together and even though I had clued in that the moment was happening right then, I don’t think that the moment was any less special than if I had been completely surprised. Bonus points: I LOVE my ring.
How about you? Did you pick out your engagement ring?
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